Sunday, May 16, 2021

Dear God,

I sit and watch the gentle rain fall turning the yard, trees and bushes many shades of green.  I gaze upon the flowers reaching to the sky for sunshine, warmth and rain.  Varieties of flowers clothed in purple, yellow, lavender, white and pink are popping up and out all over.  It almost feels like everything is responding in praise to their Maker. And to think this happens every spring, summer and fall.

Even though it is familiar and predictable, it all still seems a miracle to me.  What once was quiet, clear and empty during the season of winter has become alive, dancing and merry making.  I feel my own pulse quicken as I think of the majesty of your work and my ability to see, hear and sense it all.  Even when my life comes to an end, the seasons will continue and the joy you make daily will continue.  But in the meantime, I am singing my own song of praise.

Holy and

Living God,

thank you

for the gift

of life,

nature and human.

When I

watch it unfold,

I can't help

but think

of you.

Thank you

for giving

a song 

to creation

and letting it sing

right now,

right here

before my

own eyes.

Thank you

for my

own song.

Love you always, Andrea