Here among these trees, I cherish this silence before me.
It knows me by name, and it gives so freely, asking for nothing in return.
I draw wisdom from its steady heat and rising sun.
God's presence can be felt in every stone and blade of grass that lies before me.
The silence calms the air and enriches life, weaving circles around the space I’m in and cradling my presence in this vast existence.
It does not hurry or fret.
It waits patiently for me, ready to take me into its embrace.

-Rhia Clay