Spaces

Weaves of wispy white,
morning's soft, elusive lace
binds itself in lilting inner notes of soul song
which cling to the spaces in my heart.

Towers of pine reaching upwards as if in praise,
poke through hint of mystic alabaster,
show way to Heaven's thoughts and God's face,
lush foliage cushions with serenity's pillows.

Bird song dances through the quiet solitude
never truly alone, for Lord's spirit ever caresses the journey.