Quivering

As the wind blows, swirling through the leaves which

had fallen by autumn, and hearing the peaceful sound

of the sun slowly exiting the auburn sky,

And hearing the gentle raindrops falling

Onto a figure looking at the sky above.

The figure is searching the reason behind the unknown

a source of power that holds everything together.

The God that speaks of love, peace and everlasting happiness;

mercy is underneath his fingertips.

O so dainty, each quiver of a breath from the birds that surround us,

And the mighty roar that of a lion,

All of which are in His hands- an unlimited power.

He gives so much without expecting any return, it’s dauntingly beautiful.

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