Nature

The surf gently laps the white sand The sound a soft melody The sailboats in the distance move lazily I am home The very air whispers: Remember me? Remember my touch and my fragrance? As my soul connects with the world around me I breathe in peace like nowhere else I belong.

Spring Oh that day That glorious day The birds were all atwitter and the flowers bloomed their best in pinks and purple, yellow and white and the trees blossomed their promise of plenty The children were laughing The people were smiling The wind caressed us tenderly on that day that the sun spread out her arms and embraced us with her warmth.  

I was six years old that Pentecost day My hair was curled My dress was new I saw pride in my mother’s eyes The aunts and uncles came with gifts and smiles It was the day of my first communion   The church was full with people seeking but I did not find God in there It was outside in a field of white that I met my Maker His gift to me; Identity on...

Once upon a lonely morning facedown in the grass I layed when I saw a tiny little flower hiding under the tall blades   I was amazed at it’s perfection so hidden, so unseen too insignificant to give color to the world of green   Tenderly I touched the purple petals and wonder filled my heart because that tiny speck of color had made my loneliness depart

A rooster announces the new day and the birds exalt their Maker As I fill my soul with the fragrance of the dawn dormant memories awaken Of tulip fields and tree lined streets Of endless skies and meadowsweet Time not of the essence My youthful years are captured in the fragrant air Forever effervescent

I know no sweeter sound than the song of birds in the morning As they sing of endless, carefree days a door in my heart is opened and I am again a child in my father’s house free to step into the day with abandon As my soul joins the music, I soar and I hear my Father whisper “Consider the birds”

Oh, the joy of riding my bike in the rain The water logged air Kisses my face The distance is shrouded in grays.   Oh, the joy of riding my bike in the rain The water rich clouds Release their wealth The earth drinks to its health.   Oh, the joy of riding my bike in the rain The watery darts Are aimed at me But I laugh, My joy, my victory.

Roaring. Soaring. Peace. Filtered light gently falling Breathe in & out, Love

River, sky, and trees and we, eating and laughing It's good to be here

As I stepped outside, still hot with anger The cool night air was shocking I stopped and looked around me In the night all was still and silent Unexpectedly, a little bird, in the old willow tree, across the green, began to sing Sweet and soft, and yet sure and strong As I listened, I thought back to earlier that night And with the music almost flowing through me I saw the events of that...