Pen Me a Picture

Blackened landscape, on a cool wet night Tops of trees are the moon’s delight Scent of pine and misty forest floor Stars like I’ve never seen before What was it that this eve had to offer As the moon knelt down to the lake at the altar The wild bowed in the sight of God Worshiping Him for its existence Owls and crickets’ songs applaud As they dwelt among the fog in the distance Friends share their woeful tales Singing tunes of praise and admire Walking along sky-lit trails And sitting by an open fire Even in the cold of the night Hearts are being warmed Inspiration from a wilderness sight Causes souls to be transformed Dazzled with the beauty all around Stopped stark, paused in the moment I quiet my being so from me not a sound Could ruin this image of God’s atonement