A celebration of spring turning into summer and the love of God.

Alone in a field on bended knee

I pray to my God near an old tree

The wonders of God are all around me

Everywhere there is beauty to see

My God is great, he made all things

Indeed his goodness makes me sing

It’s spring and summer is close at hand

I long to run barefoot in the sand

I’ll feel the ticklinlg grass on my feet

And the wonderful eighty degree heat

I’ll feel the warmth of the summer air

and the wind blowing through my hair

I’ll hear the rustlinlg of the leaves

and the buzzing of the tiny bee

I’ll see the beautiful, blooming flower

As I enjoy all the sunshining hours

The white, puffy clouds up in the sky

And the graceful birds as they fly

The wonder of God is an awesome sight

Even as day gives way to night

I leave the field not like I came

He has touched me and I’m not the same

The love of God glows on my face

For I have basked within his grace

Summer is happy days under the sun

Not being weary, but able to run

A renewal of strength and mounted up wings

Waiting on God to answer all things

Not fainting, but being able to walk

Being silent and still to hear him talk

With wings of the eagle, I can fly

For summers with God make me high

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  • Shawn O on Aug 31, 2009

    What a wonderful poem. I really enjoyed reading it. Yes, God is great. Great work.

  • ken bultman on Aug 31, 2009

    Very strong imagery.

  • maranatha on Sep 1, 2009

    “Summers with God make me high”. I’ll bet you liked John Denver too, didn’t you? This reminded me so of summers in my youth spent in Ohio. I now live in AZ, and the first thing we learned was to wear shoes so the sand didn’t burn the skin off our feet!

    Lovely poem, and lovely expression.

  • teddybear55 on Sep 1, 2009

    Thank you for your coomments, and yes marantha, I did like John Denver. My daughter, son-in-law and three grandchildren live in Arizona. I spent a couple months out there visiting them. There were times I did go barefoot, but boy was it ever painful on my barefeet. Ouch! You find yourself running quickly to get the mail or whatever because your feet are on fire.

  • alc on Sep 1, 2009

    A great write I know what you mean about the hot feet!! I am from Texas! Thanks for another share!

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