In a sanctuary calm and truly simplistic,

My creator God is quite artistic—

His purpose soothes both body and mind,

With nature’s melody and aroma combined.

to dream,

…is like a beautiful song

Gone is the coldness of a long dreary winter,

Finest décor softened each frosty splinter…

Nothing and everything seems symbolic,

Yet…I long to be free and enjoy a frolic.

to dream,

…is to explore the memories

Comfort is found in this heavenly bliss,

Visions of spring like a treasured kiss…

Spirals of colour emerge from a wistful maze,

Fresh new scents mingle in this gentle haze.

to dream,

…is just the beginning

Nature’s chorus awaken the senses,

And kindles some odd but natural defences…

Will today bring forth the finest occurrence?

Inside, I feel the Creator’s assurance.

to dream,

…is the joy of new life to come

Earth soaking rains fade like distant thunder,

A moment in time stretched forth in wonder…

To picture the beauty of God’s great creation,

Or…enjoy the aroma of the first carnation.

to dream,

…is to nurture fresh desires

Awaken me, Lord, from these springtime dreams--

Allow me to soar above nature's extremes

On wings lifted high by the purest sunshine,

Embraced by the fragrance of sweet Mountain Pine.

to dream,

…is the heart of spring

Blue skies above, soft greens below,

Images of the creator all around me aglow…

Transform me, Lord, for your intended calling,

Fill my day with new life exploring.

to dream,

…is the essence of living

Baby birds and honey bees,

Instil the air with praises and jubilee—

Take me high on graceful wings, God’s finest art;

Let new life emerge from this butterfly’s heart.

to dream,

…is to dream a springtime dream

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© Chrissy Siggee