I Love to Loiter at a Brook

It's hard not to be a bit delirious with delightwhen February is more like end of April!So I took advantage of every opportunity this week to 'play' outside!On Tuesday the brook was still breaking free! Today, after a few melt-days it rolls and chuckles without any snow to slow it down! Be Still and know that I am GodPs. 46:10 I love to loiter by a brook, to listen to its timeless tuneTo taste life’s purest pleasure without wishing for the stars and moonTo note, with tender satisfaction that which progress cannot pressTo find within its sanguine song a kind of child-like happinessTo chuckle as its chubby chortle cheers hearts without sound adviceA lithesome lilt of silver sparkles and deep darker tones suffice I love to linger in the counsel chambers of willow and birchOr, perch upon a makeshift pew in nature’s treetop frescoed churchAnd there to hear the voice of God uninterrupted by my pleaAs awe silences reasoned-why with nature’s gentle empathyWith whispers from the wizened pine, with warble from the little birdTo remind me Whose will prevails and whose purpose is undeterred I love to set aside my sack of sorrows on brook-banks, to sitAnd ponder He who holds tomorrow and knows every bit of itTo listen, then to catch this joy; 'be still and know that I am God'Ah, nothing is impossible with He who rules sky, sea and sod And nothing quite compares to sitting at His feet beside a brookTo be content with wonder-plunder, I don't find if I don't look I love to loiter by a brook, to court its buoyant countenanceTo reconcile the recompense of youth with Truth’s resilienceTo want for nothing as I listen to its unfatiguing tunesTo count among my most treasured mementoes those fond afternoonsWhen I would leave behind the grindstone filled with constant care and choreWhen I would loiter by a brook and find what I was looking for © Janet Martin I love to linger in the counsel chambers of willow and birchOr, perch upon a makeshift pew... in nature’s treetop frescoed church...