A God of tenderness and compassion.
Slow to anger, rich in kindness.
Something beyond all reason.
And waiting for us to bless.

The newly fully grown wheat’s scent.
The music of  Schubert’s Rosamunde playing.
The gentle twilight, all worries spent.
The chorus of blackbird and wood pigeon singing.

The night gently invading the cottage garden.
Here for a moment I am close to God’s compassion.
A falling away of every burden.
And pointless passion.

Why worry if God is near
When you have nature here.

……..

God’s compassion
Tenderness and no anger
Is here for us all

……..

See Exodus 33