September Breeze

Soft September evening breeze--
Full moon lights up sweet gum trees.
The pine and cedar, dusty gray,
Watch and listen as I pray.

"Father, this display of wonder
Speaks to me with words of thunder.
I would climb these trees to reach you."
"No, " You say, "I've more to teach you."

Moonlight shines on page and pen.
I do not know the where and when,
But one day You'll reach for me,
And I will gladly go with Thee.