Originally uploaded by Rana Pipiens
I saw you in the Morning while the day was being born...
I heard you in the tree tops where the Turtle Doves do mourn..
I saw you in the flowers, way out on yonders hill..
I heard your voice a singing from the valleys to the rill...
I saw where you've been walking in the garden neath the vine, down by the Morning glories where the air is fresh and fine...
I saw you in the meadow besides the rippling pool..
In the pathways of the forest neath the Pine Trees tall and cool ...
I felt you in the wind sweeping gently cross my face...
I saw you in the mountains in an ever changing place..
I felt your loving presence at the close of the day...
I met you in the moonlight as I knelt there to pray.
copyright (C) 1984 B Merriweather