Many times I find you in the morning, in the garden, sitting on our bench, listening to your creation sing its song of the dawn.  Worshipping your beauty and holiness resting in your presence.  There is none like you, no one else can touch my heart like you do.  My master my lover my friend the one who sustains my every breath.

Such peace and joy envelopes me as we sit drinking in the beauty of your creation.  Knowing you have life in your hands quiets the storm of fear raging in the world of men.  Here in your quiet place I know there is nothing which can pull me out of your loving arms. Let this be our daily meeting place from now on.