Beautiful Huh
 
 
 

Oh dear - no Java!!!!

In the Woods

This is God's house---the blue sky is the ceiling,
This wood the soft, green carpet for his feet,
Those hills His stairs down which the brook comes stealing
With baby laughter making earth more sweet.
 
 

And where His friends come,clouds and soft wind sighing,
And little birds whose throats pour forth their love,
And spring and summer, and the white snow lying
Penciled with shadows and bare boughs above.

And here come sunbeams through the greenleaves straying,
And warm, hushed nights, when mother earth is praying
So late that her moon candle burns till dawn.

Sweet house of God, sweet earth so full of pleasure,
I enter at thy gates in storm or calm;
And every cloud a solace and a balm.
 
 
 

                                                                  by fredrick george scott