Susan LaffertyTiniest bird perches on a high branch. And sings his heart out.
Morning praise at sunrise.
Dark silhouette of this little feathered one begins to change.
Revealed in the march toward full-on blue sky and light of day.
We walk. Blue-skied afternoon. Fallen leaves swirling on the path. Picked up and scattered by the wind.
An after-Thanksgiving-dinner tradition, this walk takes us through shade and cold. To places in the sun. Beside the lake. Where water moves, reflecting rays.
Conversations and laughter accompany this walk. As we breathe cool air in the shifting light.
The evidence of God’s creation and Presence is all around us on that restful stroll through the neighborhood. And I think about the ways God speaks. Breathes. And moves.
Lord God, Holy One.
We open Your Word,
and hear
the shouts and whispers
of Your Presence.
