Friday, July 16, 2010

Nature Speaks

I like to think that God speaks to me specifically through nature.

Not specifically through nature, but specifically to me.

When I witness some awesome show in the heavens or see up-close the detailed delicacy of a tiny wildflower, I believe God is sharing that moment with me and whispering in my ear. It’s a lovely communion.

The following is a poem (of sorts) I wrote last year during one of those divine interactions.

Thanks for taking the time to read and allowing me to share it with you!

Happy Friday!

Flight Home

Skimming atop the clouds at 30,000 feet.

Chasing the sun – it finally gets away

Leaving a line of blood red dust on the horizon.

Sharing head phones, heads together, listening to Bella’s Lullaby.

Holding hands.

Staring out the window, explosions dancing through backlit storm clouds

Pulsating as to a beat, a symphony for our eyes.

Embracing the moment.

Wishing I could fly.

Thanking the Almighty for what was and is and is to come.

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