Just above the tree top at the end of the driveway a single star peers out from the greenery, and I know it's back. Winter wanes, spring teases, and I'm almost a year older. I step off the pavement and tiptoe sideways looking for more of the ancient design, but the tree blocks me from seeing any further. I go inside leaving the heavens behind, but not really. It's in my thoughts like the moss on the big oaks by the street, and I ask myself why I didn't walk further into the back yard and stand still for just a moment to breathe deeply and stare at my Big Dipper. Before the day ends tomorrow, I'll do that.
Let me hear what God, The Lord, will speak for he will speak peace to his people.
Psalms 85: 8a
Psalms 85: 8a
Peace. Love, Linda
2 comments:
I often find joy in my back yard :) or just simply sitting in my swing or on my back deck. Beautiful thoughts and expressions. Blessings, Barb
So thankful He does speak that peace. You are an instrument of His peace, and I am thankful for that as well.
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