Understanding

A quiet moment, just at dusk

When all the world is still,
I hold my breath, and in the calm
I sense His perfect will.
 
He is the life within the bloom,
The color of the sky.
He is the wind that lifts the wings
Of the bird flying by.
 
He’s in the darkness, cool and still,
And in the rising sun.
He knows the fears that haunt our dreams
And all the good we’ve done.
 
I sense it and I understand,
Without quite knowing how.
Tomorrow I may not recall,
But I understand now.