And the day God breathed upon your still life, stirring into being the green leaf and the flower, bud upon the branch and light
upon your soul. Here you felt the earth’s air on your petals and your leaves, and squinted into sunlight, gazing high for heaven
until you felt the gardener’s hand gently turning soil and soul, and nurturing you, bud in radiant sun.
Cascading rain absorbed in warm earth turning, heaven of fragrance. What is that sound in the wind and dazzling light?
Oh, the sweet sound of your delight in God. Sometimes it is like the sound of running laughter.

Thursday, January 22, 2009



Sojourning still in holy silence,
I whisper prayers of waiting here,
Heaven’s winds, as day nears end
And sighs as night eclipses eye
To see in dreams as hopes fulfilled.
Tomorrow has its paths and trails
And listening on a new breeze then;
Another day and miles to gaze,
Sojourner I to wander in His ways.


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