to hush, be still,
if only for ten seconds,
“Did you hear it? The song of birds, the rustle of wind, the raindrop light-fall roofward?
“Did you see it, that oriole nest hung high in the tree, the burst of rhododendron bloom, the hovering shimmer of hummingbird?
“Did you pick up the fragrance of spring in the air, of fresh wet grass, of herbs brushed by a stride or a sweep of a hand?
“Did you feel it, the velvet of a pansy petal, the breeze on your brow, the Presence of God all around?
“Did you taste and see that the Lord is good, in this moment, and the next, and the next?”
Ask whoever’s with me. But mostly ask myself.
A thousand opportunities to stop and beathe in beauty, to thank and praise their Author.
Seizing opportunities on this misty morning. And smiling big.