
The morning awakens,
day stretching out to the horizon,
blue sky with sun rising,
solid ground beneath the feet
and birds singing in grateful awakening.
What makes your heart sing?
… watching for the brushstrokes of God
The morning awakens,
day stretching out to the horizon,
blue sky with sun rising,
solid ground beneath the feet
and birds singing in grateful awakening.
What makes your heart sing?
Do not try to save
the whole world
or do anything grandiose.
Instead, create
a clearing
in the dense forest
of your life
and wait there
patiently,
until the song
that is your life
falls into your own cupped hands
and you recognize and greet it.
Only then will you know
how to give yourself to this world
so worthy of rescue. ~ Martha Postlethwaite
How do you wait for your song?
Every bird has a song to sing, each are given wings to fly and soar. Sparrow, robin or wren have what they need, ask the birds of the sky and they will tell you.
What is your song to sing?
“I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.” ― Mary Oliver
Oh, how we miss singing together. What kind of kindness and mischief do these times require of us?