His Presence

       It’s as if I am laying at the feet of the Father
My head resting atop his knee.
He brushes my hair back ever so gently
Away from my face
Such a warm embrace.

There is such peace here.
Puts me in mind of a waterfall
So calming
So constant
So lovely.
Flowing into a beautiful stream
Which begins and ends with You.
Ever flowing
Everlasting

There is a coolness in this place.
A crispness in the air.
The refreshing feeling of newness.
Of Your mercy which renews daily.
Colors of calming blue and smoky grays cross my mind.
The fog settles and condenses into dew

Out comes the sun
Your beautiful Son
Over the mountains in which this beautiful stream flows
Rising slowly
Amazingly
Brightly above the hills afar.

The cool air becomes warm.
All of nature perks up.
I skip a rock atop the stream
The ripples perfectly placed
In heart formation.


I rest in this calmness
In this peace
Which surpasses all understanding
There may be a war going on outside
But that is not a concern here
In this place
As long as I have this place
As long as it has me
Nothing else matters.

This wonderful place is unlike anywhere else
You see, this place
This marvelous place
Is Real.
I visit whenever and as often as I can

To feel my Father’s loving arms
Protect me
Heal me
Comfort me
From anything not like Him
He smile reassures me
That everything is just as He would have it be

His Presence