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.
Freedom defines God-as he knows and guides our roots and wings into his creation