One night beneath a spreading elm I lay. <br /> And looked up through her black lace negligee. <br /> I saw the diamonds gleaming in her hair, <br /> And heard her softly whispering her prayer. <br /> Her feet were covered with green velvet sod-- <br /> And I knew that she was holding hands with God. <br /> <br /> I felt alone--and wished that I might be <br /> As intimately close to God as she. <br /> Then suddenly, I realized how greatly I was blest, <br /> For wasn't I reclining upon his very breast? <br /> And while I lay in reverie, this gracious, lovely tree <br /> Had spread a soft and shadowy black lace cover over me. <br /> And it seemed she was whispering thoughts I already knew <br /> God's holy love is every place--he cares for me and you. <br /> <br /> I reached out my hand to touch her, and saw her gently nod... <br /> And in that instant we were one--the tree, and me, and God.<br /><br />Claudine James<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reverie-6/
