breezes & birdsong

summer breeze—

pleasuring my face,

lifting stray strands of ponytail

  from my sun-warm cheeks,

making fairy music with

  the wind chimes,

reminding me You blow where You will

morning birdsong—

calling my drowsy soul

  to attention,

lifting my heart toward lightness,

tweeting gladness that elicits

  today’s first smile,

inviting me to join the joy of being Yours

two good gifts—

too easy to miss,

unless I sit

in our backyard’s beauty

when I wake,

opening to Your Presence,

surrendering to Your Love