Be.
Breathe.
Hear the trees …
That sweet symphony of breeze
That sings through supple branches
Dripping with fragrant, jeweled flowers …
This belongs to you.
A bird on a wire,
Its yellow throat bursting
With joyous song against
A bluer than blue sky …
This is also for you.
Those dew-dropped
Rose-gold sunsets and
Orange-magenta sunrises,
Light shafting through
Sweeping clouds,
Warm and inviting …
That perfect moment
On a perfect afternoon …
These are yours.
This is your world
As well as ours.
We share holy community
With you and each other …
So trust the wild
Summer puffball flowers
That shiver beneath
A high, bright sun
When the wind whispers.
Trust your heart.
Trust the rhythm.
Trust the music.
Trust the Joy.
What Love has brought together,
None may tear asunder.
Selah