Freedom

Pismo Beach, Palm Sunday

April 17, 2011

Wings outstretched.

Magnificently soaring,

gracefully gliding,

trusting their flight,

to the unseen

breath of God.

Prayers seemingly

unanswered.

Futilely obsessing.

Incessantly worrying.

Unable to trust,

in the unseen

breath of God.

Sunlight’s rays

glistening

on water.

Cotton candy clouds

hovering

on the horizon.

Waves steady rhythm

lapping at the cliffs.

A baby’s chubby hands

clapping in delight.

Nature’s gentle whisperings

to the dark

places of doubt.

Trust your life

to the unseen

breath of God.