Quiet moments, whispers of memories.
by..."Kelly De Witt Schlicht"... .
He begins each morning ... vigilant
across the darkened crimson sky
while overlooking all below Him
a silent guide for everything we try
... His flight soars when there is laughter
as much as He listens as we cry
He celebrates each day we live
cradles us every day when we die...
morning... His palette of quiet thoughts