They arrived as gifts to me, these scenes, from my Beloved.
And to you, from yours.
In the scent of daylight.
“Your love is like a morning cloud . . .”
In the tint of birdcall.
“I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine.”
—Song of Solomon 6:3
In the taste of wind.
“But it is the spirit in a person, the breath of the Almighty, that gives them understanding.”
In the song of dusk.
“Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.”
May you know His kiss everywhere, friends. Thanks for stopping by.
Watching Nature, Seeing Life: Through His Creation, God Speaks