(For Pandora)
Perfect breezy days
Leaves fall lazily down
Not hot
Not cold
Just right
He is there
He observes
And proclaims
“It is good!”
Burdens lift
Tensions ease
Words ebb
And they flow
Just natural
Like breathing
And like a cool drink
From a hillside spring
After a long uphill hike
Refreshment comes
Relief settles
Effervescent bubbles
Of contentment
Filter up
Through the silt
And see the light of sunshine
Once again
And my starved soul
Is thankful
To be nurtured
And acknowledged
And affirmed
A soaring melody
A breathtaking sunset
Lightening and thunder
A shooting star
Lightening bugs on a perfect summer night
And ethereal friendship
Holy
Sacred
Just a tiny taste
Of eternity
To see us through
and I adore the fact that you call them “lightening bugs” …that’s what they are here in the South 🙂
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