The air barely moves
I sit in contemplation and prayer
While the waking of the morning
Initiates the introit
The sounds of water
Join the orchestral bouquet
Waves playing in the sea caves
A Soft mallet on the tympani
The rustling of leaves
Creates a background
Of hush and serenity
While the birds begin their warm up
The candles are lit
As the palest of yellow
Ignites the tops of the trees
Who stand in dark shadows
Blue sky emerges
Parting the clouds
I know what lies behind
That misty cape
The earth begins to sing
Grasses dance
Unseen life stirs
There is movement in the woods
The stain glass mosaic
Of the canopy of trees
Lights up all around me
As the sun moves west
Small birds join the choir
While the seagulls
Pull the bow on their violins
And Eagles demand their place
The holiest of moments
The unpeeling of the day
And I worship at the joy
Of noticing and being part of the choir
Linnea
Oh my gosh Janet! Completely beautiful. Straight from your sensitive noticing soul. Feeling blessed.
HealingJourneys
Thank you Linnea! I feel blessed back from you too.
Cheryl Kocian
Lovely, lovely pictures & sounds in my imagination! Thank you, Janet!
HealingJourneys
Thank you so much Cheryl!