Ye shall not need
to fight in this battle; set yourselves, stand ye still,
and see the salvation
of the Lord, with you...fear not, nor be dismayed...
for tomorrow the Lord
will be with you...II Chronicles 20:17
Ô
earth's creatures all and birds of the air.
Stand
ye still... in silence.. breathing in its prayer.
E'en
the wee voice is heard in distant shore,
For
the solitude of nature is softly spoken word.
Dear little
chipmunk...
sit thee still a spell;
Thee
may not come back again the same old way.
Yesterday
is gone... but salvation reigns today
Tomorrows
sun flowers fill an empty shell.
©
Andrea Jeanne Petersen
Photos
and poetry created
September
25, 2005
Eastern Chipmunk before leaving the feeder
