Georgie Anne Watts' Poetry

In His Hand

The wind blows like whispers
through the quiet country night.
I lie awake and watch the stars
above me twinkling bright.
I imagine I'm an eagle flying,
wings unfurled against the sky.
My breath catches as I feel
the evening breeze blow by.
What splendor! What beauty!
None other can compare.
This land that God created
holds all things bright and fair.
In the hourglass of life
 I am but a grain of sand.
 Then all at once I realize
 I'm sitting in His hand.