A view of a cold, wet Spring day
Listening...
I feel strength in the wind today.
It doesn't care what I have to say
because it has a job to do,
spreading seeds and pollen everywhere,
so I stand very still and listen with care.
It doesn't care what I have to say
because it has a job to do,
spreading seeds and pollen everywhere,
so I stand very still and listen with care.
Birds do not chirp as they did the day before,
but they dart from branch to branch
seeking shelter and food with no worries
about their cold, wet feathers.
In fact, they seem to enjoy this weather.
but they dart from branch to branch
seeking shelter and food with no worries
about their cold, wet feathers.
In fact, they seem to enjoy this weather.
Windblown hair wraps around my face
and darting raindrops pelt my cheeks,
yet here I stand listening
to the bare branches click with delight,
their strong leaf blossoms stand up to the fight.
and darting raindrops pelt my cheeks,
yet here I stand listening
to the bare branches click with delight,
their strong leaf blossoms stand up to the fight.
Puddles that form along the road
reflect low, ethereal clouds,
gliding through the gray sky,
like pictures painted by a Master's hand.
Then, I hear a message, simple but grand:
"Let go; let God."
reflect low, ethereal clouds,
gliding through the gray sky,
like pictures painted by a Master's hand.
Then, I hear a message, simple but grand:
"Let go; let God."
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