EVENING NOCTURNE
The trees across the canyon
Bend their stately boughs in the cool breeze
The blue-black of the sky frames
The majestic silhouette.
These beauties of God
Only serve to draw their bow over the
Heart strings of my soul
And make it sing.
Beyond the canyon and over the hill
The mighty ocean more than equals
The splendor of the stately trees that sigh
Yet, each in it’s own fashion
Proclaim the beauty and magnitude
Of Him on high.
I, in my abode, gaze on the last rays of
Light stealing across the sky.
My thoughts are far from the scene
Yet they are closely intermingled..
And I wonder, as I gaze, whether he
Who sails on the rough sea
Can feel the presence of the Omnipotent
Spirit as can I ?
Written by Colleen Engh 1946
Dedicated to Owen Wayne Stout on board
The SS Owen Summers Merchant Ship
U. S. Merchant Marines.
Friday, September 18, 2015
Designer Scenes- By Colleen E. Stout
Designer
Scenes
After the urgent wind had insisted strongly
that the sullen
clouds depart,
the April day dawned clear and glorious.
The amazed trees shivered slightly
In the departing breeze
And flounced their brand new leaves.
The woodpecker knocked and woke
The startled ladybugs,
And the tulips kissed the violets with joy.
The grass couldn’t contain itself
And crept into the path,
Leaving behind a trail of
dandelions.
The Darning Needle sewed along
The patchwork fields
And butterflies raced out to spread the word-
That Spring was born!
The Grand-Designer label read:
“ This day--- made in
heaven.”
Colleen Engh Stout
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