3 Birch Trees

call to me from a copse
within a mound of little hills

a peaceful serenading as I
contemplate my Father---Son---Holy Spirit

a Triune of faith. In my childhood
stories from years gone by entertained me.

Now I live under a new direction and
resolve to fulfill the journey

through Proverbs--- as petitions
of goodness. Laying in comfort upon the
land---clouds create stepping
stones of ascendancy to the throne
of Jesus. He wishes me to

join Him in the twilight of my being.
And I long to be with Him.

© Richard L. Provencher