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
                        and light
                   for sound
                        and silence
                   for simply being.
                              Thanks be to God.
                              This is Holy Ground.

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