Saturday, August 1, 2009

Sunday Dog Psalm #3

God seeks me in the garden
Small, white, butterfly
Always hovering nearby

Ghost that I glimpse from the side of my eye
Darting through blossoms, resting on leaves
Taking advantage of sunshine and breeze

Pointing out a shapely cloud
Waiting on the mailbox
inquisitive antenna cocked

Reminding me
as mortality rages on
Death is not the final stop

1 comment:

  1. Wonderful post. My bnlog today also has a Psalm.