Marcy Lake; Come Sit With Me
Full of quiet sunshine
light of the blessed sphere
Marcy Lake flecks opaline
devoid from earthly cares
Holy quiet steeps the forest
surrounded by warmth and beauty
where healing quiet and consoling rest
is this sunlit temple’s only duty
I hear a wondrous whisper
through the heavenly quiet
while those with lofty summit aspirations
unfortunately pass by it
Beside the quiet rippling stream
I find an inner peace and calm
where softly sings the dulcet breeze
the sweet hushed cadence of nature’s psalm
A fleet of ducks intent on feeding
dart and bob for quagmire feast
the water on their pinions beading
from antic movements in caprice
This sweet and peaceful rural scene
where natures architectural play
from God, pulsates eternity
in awesome mountainous display
It need not be a church pew
for nature reflects all deity
to have communion with the hills
come, feel His presence, sit with me
-Malcolm Kogut.