It's 8:30 ish & I'm sitting outside
with a spring morning sun
stirring spring singing birds
and I am thinking this is worship
this listening
A few hungry birds taunt the cat
they don't even know it
she unseen
and unseeing
A bird's nest
in a barren tree
across the street
is a promise
Distant motorcycles roar through the natural song
Crimson Nandina berries
heavenly bamboo
sacred bamboo
dewy
over-wintered
peppermint. oregano, and dusty miller stretch to the morning sun song
fresh lavender and new pansies
a blind one-eyed cat
fresh coffee
a job to do
Who am I to be so rich?
small earth
freshly sown
hope in heart
tucked in a small space
in an overlooked valley
by a creek we hear
but rarely see
neighbors yet known
"He said, "That you love the Lord your God with all your passion and prayer and muscle and intelligence—and that you love your neighbor as well as you do yourself." (Luke 10:27, the Message)
Why reluctant posting 2? It's unnerving to have bits of my quiet journal displayed – a most intimate conversation. I fight it. My most intimate heartbeat cast out to a windy world. What if no one notices?
I notice-and appreciate! Keep on casting!