Whispers

" He talks through burning bushes and braying donkeys;

he sends messages through storms and rainbows

and earthquakes and dreams,

he whispers in a still small voice.

these two, and a game of fetch in the backyard

a random get together in the backyard

yellow finches greeting me at my window in the morning

horse sneezes... a patch of white flowers....

time 

old farm equipment repurposed 

He speaks in ordinary things like 

cooking and small talk,

through storytelling, fishing,

tending animals and sweet corn and flowers,

through sports, music, and books,

raising kids-all the places where the gravy soaks in 

and grace shines through."

Praying everyone is well.

Stay safe.

💕