Wednesday, May 16, 2012

May Garden



The garden is alive
the blossoms spill through
and over and 'round.

j watches the birds,
blows instead of sniffs
when I give him a flower to smell.

We walk, everyday,
watching, noticing, being.
Here.


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...may the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing to you, O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer. Psalms 19:4