A song, through the wind to my ears. A robin withdraws from spatting sparrows to rest in April snow.
Wordless, sparks in the mist, crystal airwaves of the evening sky land on my hood.
I sense your presence, unseen and formless. Or is it here I see you?
Low branches, laden with snow rich as cream, point and sway like accusatory fingers as I pass. I remember then
those pews of my youth, where I once sat hunched and unmoved. Those words could not tame me.
Now, wings lift her body branch to branch, head bowed at berries and
I hunger for your words as I close my eyes in prayer.
Deb,
Such winsome imagery. Beautiful in every sense!
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Extraordinary! I love the poetic way that you describe your walk and the way everything for you expresses a moment-by-moment prayer relationship with God… you communicate with Him throughout your day…wherever you are! This is absolutely beautiful, dearest Deb!! <3 <3
Sarah, I love the word winsome. It describes what I am so often drawn to. Thank you!
Lynn, that is an extraordinary compliment coming from you. I am so honored to receive it. Thank you. Sending love.
You move us to feel like we can see as though we were where you are and then we recognize that we hear Him where we are too. It’s a gift you have.
Jon, your words arrived at the perfect moment. I was doubting…thank you.