You’re Invited…

Image by Sandra Clark

Every morning I sit with my journal and my coffee outside, if the weather is nice. There I sit still, read, pray, observe, listen and sometimes beautiful words flow from the pen onto the page. When they really move me I like to share some of them with whoever wants to read them. No rhyme or reason here, just prose.

Welcome to my backyard.

"I can hear the trees breathing with every exhale releasing what no longer belongs to them

Yellow butterflies dance on purple flowers while green ivy climbs my childhood fence, and new oranges overwhelm the tree

The carefully crafted silvery strands of the spider's web crown the rays of sunlight streaming through fragile threads

Creation's celebration...
the daily dance as she looks with anticipation towards heaven's horizon

Paired with the pain of longing for an unknown place…
a foreign glory that feels more like home than this

Still, in this moment, she is joyfully making do.
Creation's no fool, knowing what beauty alludes to

Living in perpetual praise for what's to come…
Restoration. The answer to her question.

And me? I refuse to be a simple spectator.

So each morning I'll wake up and take my place in creation's celebration.

I've accepted my divine invitation."

Will you?