A Touch of Heaven
I felt at peace
that bright summer day
as I lay in the shade
of the big oak tree
listening to
the whispering
of the quiet brook
softly treading its way
to the flowing stream nearby.

With the rustling of the leaves
pushed by the soft summer breeze
and the music of chirping birds
I watched in delight
a delicate, golden winged
butterfly flit
from flower to flower
and I felt a touch
of Heaven.


Michael Lance Kersting