Serene Footman
Speak to me of lovely things
"Speak to me of lovely things, of treasures yet to be found, of peace that flows like a river. Tell me of tranquil places that no hand has marred, no storm has scarred. Give me visions of standing in the sunlight, or feeling the mist against my check as I move and live and breathe. Show me paths that wind through wild lilies and beds of yellow primroses. Sing me songs of the spheres, the mingled voices of wrens and meadowlarks, the lowing of gentle cows, the soft motherly chuckle of the mare talking to her colt.
Lead me past the glass-smooth pond where frogs croak of their coming-out party, their graduation from frisky tadpoles to squat green frogs that wait patiently for the flying insect. Find me a place in the sun to sit and think and listen to the sweet inner voice that says so quietly, 'Peace. Be still'."
[Joyce Sequichie Hifler]
Speak to me of lovely things
"Speak to me of lovely things, of treasures yet to be found, of peace that flows like a river. Tell me of tranquil places that no hand has marred, no storm has scarred. Give me visions of standing in the sunlight, or feeling the mist against my check as I move and live and breathe. Show me paths that wind through wild lilies and beds of yellow primroses. Sing me songs of the spheres, the mingled voices of wrens and meadowlarks, the lowing of gentle cows, the soft motherly chuckle of the mare talking to her colt.
Lead me past the glass-smooth pond where frogs croak of their coming-out party, their graduation from frisky tadpoles to squat green frogs that wait patiently for the flying insect. Find me a place in the sun to sit and think and listen to the sweet inner voice that says so quietly, 'Peace. Be still'."
[Joyce Sequichie Hifler]