Abundant was the sky
With clouds pure and white.
Over the hills one eventide,
There I sat and took respite.
The wind was blowing,
Like a flute softly playing.
The trees were dancing,
The leaves went flying.
My eyes began to roam
Far and beyond the horizon.
I turned my head to the west,
The sun commenced to set.
The golden rays of the sun
Looked like an outstretched hand.
Magically it built, a colorful sphere
And a heavenly kingdom!
Darkness descended
And engulfed the valley,
It crept up to the hills
Like specters harrowing over me.
Lost and tormented in the dark,
My heart raced , I could not breathe.
In silence I bowed down to pray,
“Oh, Merciful Father, have pity on me!”
To the heavens, I lifted my head high,
Before my eyes appeared a spectacular sky!
Millions of stars above
Glittered brilliant and bright.
Silver shafts of moonlight,
Illuminated my path.
My heart swelled
With happiness and joy.
He was alongside me,
He never left me alone!
I’m home, I’m home!
JOY OF MUSING 