The First Hope On My Way Back Poem by Rick Elpers

Crickets faintly glisten 
the full nights moon
A frog tells me of his presence
in a field nearby
Warm is the cool evenings air
Quietly listening hearing hopeful
the voice of God
Hills in the distance glow
mysteriously against an azure sky
A feeling of unknown contentedness
captures my attention 
I look to see if maybe I'm somebody
else standing in the yard
No, it's me
I now realize maybe I am
hearing voice of God
with all that I see
I circle to take it in
All of it as one picture
at which I'm in the middle
So  happy about that am I 
I forget for at least a time
being alone.