Meditations

Daylight
comes, the sun shines
the breeze blow
the birds go about
their task
the clouds drift in the skies
over the city
with apartment buildings and skyscrapers
over open fields and mountains
above my head
as I pray
towards the city of God
No noise
No hurry
Solitude
a peace of mind
my meditations on your holy verses,
oh Yahawah


Shalam,
Zarach