Good morning, this inspiration could not wait. My follow-up to the last perfectionism post will be Tuesday. But this … Walking in my neighborhood yesterday and watching all the trees move in His wind … sharing the poem and images with you. Be blessed today.
Wind obeys the wave of His hand
Trees sway while standing firm on land
Leaves move, a rippling across
Long thick limbs lined with moss
Squirrel scurries to beat her
Birds hide or fly
Bugs shimmy and shy
What if we listened without question?
Bend and tend to His commands
Would we be like the community in the tree?
All parts working in harmony,
In the midst of strong supernatural pulls
this way and that
Allow our lives to move His way
Instead of choosing and perusing
Just be says He
Abide I will do
My love will flow back to you