Beauty in drumming

              Slowly the eyes close for holding upon
the ever clear skies. In a trance, memorizing the
changes made from dawn to dusk. The colors that
cling to an overlapping palette of beauty.

             Opening my eyes I feel the calm that is
placed before me. The moisture from the air is
absorbed into my lungs. Soft tokens of cleanness
burst deep inside.

             The interior of my soul shouts in an
unwavering voice. Hear me, hear me. My spirit
dances to the drumming of my heartbeats. All in
tune with Jehovah's music.

              So soothing is the melancholy lyrics of
nature. Unheard is the crispness in the texture of
a breath. Slowly the soul stretches to observe a
mist of water cascading down a branch.

              Hmm. Dew? Where? All too soon I sit
seeing the rapid motion of a caterpillar. The actions
of such creature is causing the mess. Yes, though,
such a wonderful thing to watch.

              Sitting here soaking in the heaviness of
songs sung by the changing lengths of light. The
waves of clouds in slow motions. Entertain your
eyes with the rolling of whites, grays and blues.

             Sending a prayer of thanksgiving to
Jehovah for this play of beauty. Darker and darker the
light fades. Soon greater, brilliant moments will
begin.

            Begging you dear friend to come outside
before the night falls too dark.

            Do you think you can entertain your love of
beauty with Jehovah's wonderful gift to you?

            A tiny dance within a memory spoken
    by your company.