I'm reminded of this just about everywhere
Saturated by evidence in the atmosphere
A brook that flows, in streams yet unknown
They show, point to more, yet to be shown
I'm humbled to think of all I see, made for me
The acme in all that came fresh out of nothing
Thought brought into existence, possibility
To touch the earth, responds in something
I live in you, in all that look to you
Sustained by such love, such majesty
All bow at your presence, me too
In awe such reverence, my tranquility
When I'm laid to rest in sleep
Remind me that in you my life depends
No reason do I have to worry, not weep
Mother's hands over me, one day ends
When you were taken, removed, separated
Left only memories of a life once shared
I turned, looked at myself, then to You
Your thoughts of me are greater than I can see
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.