Canvas of Nature

O the excellency of rustic abode; the sweet envelopment of amity that flows from God’s canvas of nature. Tranquillity at ascendancy; enclosed by the work of his fingers. To be separated, just a moment from the toils of life; to rest in the splendor of Creator of All. What ecstasy in the state of momentary solitude; But, then the return of cares and commotion; the insurrection of present world has emersed the flow. Sweet rest, now, only found, in the presence of the Almighty. Nothing can satisfy or bring repose; but for a moment this “entente” may fulfill. Only through love that repulses all fear; living, walking in his perfect will, may genuine peace and safety appear.