Tranquility

By Harrison Davis

And the rush and the glare of the world

Are engulfed in the wake of a breeze

Rustling through green leaves,

Or a cloud or a gull

Gliding lazily across a span of blue,

Or a wave breaking gently,

Drifting up the night strand.

The leaf, the cloud, the gull, and the wave

Declare the glory of life and of creation.

And listening soulfully, one can feel

The Spirit of God turning upon them.

Silently, drifting through the breeze,

The balm of a quiet world beats upon the ruffled soul,

Embracing, enveloping, drawing it into that tranquility

And peace of another life, which is God.