08/26/2025
Twas not in a cathedral or chapel that she found him,
but on her quiet walks in the woods in the morn,
where the sun first kisssed the ground,
where deer sipped the sweet dew from wildflowers,
and soft moss made love to fallen trees,
where birds sang songs of praise.
It was there that she talked to her Creator,
and listened to his voice on the cool morning breeze,
as it swept through the branches of trees.
🙌❤️
