Sunday, June 29, 2014
Sunday Morning in the Backyard...
the air around me alive with
the sounds of birds and
the rustling of leaves in the breeze and
the far-away whooshing of a passing jet and
the lack of human voices.
I sit in the enlivened silence
letting the sun's rays feed
my grateful skin
enjoying the soothing gentleness
of the occasional breath of breeziness
while my left shoulder is massaged by
a tender caress from the voices of
a pair of mourning doves.
A different kind of Sabbath
a different type of prayer and praise
from a heart overflowing with
gratitude for life
for simply being.
Thanks be to God.
This is Holy Ground.