He Stands, Watching;
Lush and Deep in the Breathless Balm.
He Stands, Waiting;
Still and Quiet with Serene Aplomb .
He Stands, Listening;
His Skin Glistening,
His Tranquility a Reverent, Guileless Psalm.
He Stands, Speaking,
As the Rushing masses are Seeking,
Ignoring the Music of his Ethereal Shawm .
Beautiful Original Photograph take by Trini Lind from Paths of the Spirit https://pathsofthespirit.wordpress.com/2016/04/28/since-ancient-times/