In the Stillness

   I wrote this poem as I sat and swung in my hammock today, resting and meditating on the ton of my Heavenly Father's voice-our papa. His voice echoes through the wind as the trees danced and swayed back and forth and it was simply beautiful.  The wind rushes at the top of the trees  brushing it with every bit of God's breath that passes through.  The tree limbs sway back and forth with ease and balance as the sun glistens with its touch.  This must be what freedom feels like.  Oh to be like the tops of these trees Full of vibrancy, light and a weightless burden.  The trees know what to do and when to do it They listen well to the voice who created them. No hesitancy found.  The breathing found atop comes and goes.  Stillness for moments on end.  Then the breath comes back.  Back and forth. Back and forth.  Side to side the limbs sway.  They are beautiful.  Full of peace. Tranquility and purpose.  In the st...