~ Awhile Sat Whittling ~ ( ~ May it Move You ~ )

Yep I reckon I'll go out, about a bit to roam, and talk a
while and ponder I will, yes set here and talk some alone
with God of the many a sorted thing, and I reckon to run in
fun still, I might with the wind, but as well, in a while, I reckon
I'll want to be home for Ma, and but real soon, and of this I'm
sure, to set the table for dinner, and play some with the young
one, and feed my tiger fish and then do the rest of my chores,
and so it is to be mine this,my fortune, to have a happy home
now and the better of my fancy set free, for so beset and living
in way beside me, by one the tenderness in way of His Grace,
His love has finally found me, but still wandering, will I always
be, down along that gravel road out amid the mighty structures
of the spruces with the honey humble bumble bee, bumbling on
by beside me, and never will I forget this, as back when as to
cast them, I set my dreams aloof the songs of the wind while
in love I ran about and chasing them, with the little jumpy
grasshoppers ever ginger in their joy, as they carried in way
within their hands my hope of this day one so to be found whith
them, and in view of God and in way of all of this, His natural
beauty, I could be seen, and as He is the one who has granted
me this time to be alone with Him, I reckon for a moment
underneath the shade of my porch roof, and inview of the
wandering sky's, for awhile I'll stay, and sit here outside
amid the judicious graces in view of the many tendering
wooding leaf and take this time and a sharpened hand in
this very simple pleasure as well and remain right here,
on this porch, in my easy chair, and rock amid this simple
wood awhile and whittle my stick, for I reckon realsoon,
this time alone with Him, well it'll be all gone, but it'll be
all mine and a brighter hope for another time, yes a brighter
hope for me, another time, on another day with Him, I reckon...