Hear the choir sing, Alleluia! What a sound, giving praise to God.
Here beside the peaceful gardens as if creation has burst into song.
All around me are vibrant colours; plants of every size and shape,
bees pollinating, birds resting, fruits are ripened ready to eat.
Trees majestic, grasses long - scorched and dry from the piercing sun.
Insects crawl over paths and leaves, butterflies hover between
bushes and trees.
The wind is whistling as here I sit looking down on the river from
the garden hut.
A place of quiet to pray and reflect, a bible is at hand, and a candle lit.
A time to be at one with God, to give thanks for his creation and all
that I have.
A moment to treasure, to take it all in; to be surrounded by beauty
and wonder and live.
© Stephen Allen July 2022
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