Saturday, March 26, 2011


I walk silently
the only sounds
my own breathing,
sandals hitting the pavement.
Softly it comes,
the sound of a
winged choir
Liquid notes
making melody
A multitude of
divergent chords
filling the background
Mixing together
to become praise
to the One
who has made all things.

May we join with creation in praise this weekend to One whose love never fails,