This Is Random:

     One very late night, I wrote this poem. I was thinking of the person who would take a nature walk and find all these tiny flowers, or wonder why or how something was fashioned, or appreciate each separate blade of grass. I thought of how he was, in a sense, only in God's world with the birds, trees, grasses, etc. and how he looked deeper into creation; everything else was tuned out.

And he went beyond the river

To the ground beside the stream - 

Though the coldness made him shiver,

He walked - his mind full of dreams.

All the common things forgotten;

Only puzzling mysteries

Higher than the most learned scholar/

Keener than the slightest breeze.

Ears attuned to smallest movement,

Eyes so bright and clear and sharp -

Nothing to escape his penchant;

Nothing in his senses warped.

"Glories to the God in heaven!"

As his thoughts rang out with praise,

"He, this world to us has given -

Let us thank Him all our days!"

"Oh! my joy has leapt inside me

By such great created things -

Each creation God had decreed;

Oh! my heart can only sing."

Heavenly Father guide us servants

To be stewards of your land/

To the marvelous creation

Fully fashioned by your hand.