Listening
Listening in the Silence
to the spaces between the breaths
to the spaces between the thoughts
to the moment the muscles relax
and the heart slows
Listening the apple blossom dropping
and the flight of pelicans
To the bud opening and
spreading her pink wings
To the inhalation and exhalation
The tremulous delicate thread of god's voice
Light
As I sit in silence
and let the sun's first rays
Reach out and touch me
I am suffused
I experience photosynthesis
My spine unfurls
I spread my wings
Fill my sails
and rise
Tina Visscher worships with Montana Gathering of Friends (NPYM).