I have been awakened by the song of a bird's freedom,
And by the happy chuckles of a babe.
I have enjoyed the low tones of a cello,
And have sat in the deep shade,
After the sun had warmed me.
I have sipped icy water from a mountain spring,
And in moonlight lain in deep soft snow,
In a field that glistened with quietude.
I have bathed my tired mind in soft lilting music,
And in solitude.
I have breathed in the fresh odours of woodland,
After the rain.
Watched the gentle rain droplets on flowers,
The sun's soft rays between tall trees,
And sniffed the apple-sweet nosegay of roses.
Smelled warm leather seats, fleshly cut cedar wood,
Twigs burning, and potatoes roasting over a fire.
I have been pleasantly soothed of a troubled mind,
By kind words spoken discreetly.
And I have felt Holy Spirit.