All Things Beautiful

Walking alone past the reeds blowing lace, Stroking the oak by the old wooden gate, Guided by trust to my lovers embrace, Pouring my heart into leaves as they bate Wind into dancing as feet hesitate, Just long enough to find rhythm, I trace Patterns in air as the pollen creates - Fair is the face of the Lords given grace... Sky paints a picture for moon in dark space, Vast driven oceans of life demonstrate Love for the mountainous deserts displaced, Each born anew, by the wind to its fate - Seamless infinity’s natural state, Is seeing your eyes on another’s kind face And Finding forgiveness for those who breed hate, Fair is the face of the Lords given grace Out in the sun as light seeks out its place, Faith comes to breathe as it encapsulates Bodies of men where his truth is encased, Dreamers whose dreams become true and innate, Their journey is hard but rewarding and great Where love can be found but cannot be replaced And words that when written just right captivate, Fair is the face of the Lords given grace... Each breath I breathe makes me appreciate How beautiful life is, how rich and how chaste - Nature’s perfection is light incarnate, Fair is the face of the Lords given grace... copyright Kristin Reynolds 2008