When I Am Writing Sitting here mid the stillness, in this moment fond, quiet and connected; my time alone to play with God, has come. As I dance with Him through tender woods and fields of green. Pondering new days joys beheld those of cool winds awakened visions of things unseen. Cradled in His arms of love waltzing away as one amid our fond ascension, and euphoric, concatenation. Catching leaves together with quill in hand, as they fall, while to the thrill of my minds contentment, days of my youth return to me as the true goodness of their nature, I recall, while scales of worries slip...

When I Am Writing. Sitting here, amid the stillness, in this moment, fond, quiet and connected; my time alone to play with God has come. As I dance with Him through tender woods and fields of green; pondering new day's joys beheld; those of cool winds awakening visions of things unseen. Cradled in His arms of love, we waltz away as one, amid our fond ascension and euphoric concatenation. We catch leaves as they fall; together, with quill in hand, while to the thrill of my mind's contentment days of my youth return to me as the true goodness of their nature. I recall them fondly, while scales...