April 5, 2008-
I felt my Father’s laughter today
He delighted in the shadows of the orange grove,
Calling me to seek Him.
Tiny white butterflies reflected his glistening spirit,
They giggled in unity among orange blossoms and yellow weeds.
I marveled their willingness to become a dance.
They beckoned me to follow.
I feared entering the grove;
Long pickets of grass created an edge
I wanted to enter; to seek my Father’s face
And to dance with fair wings in sync with his creatures.
The flaxen one faded into a green knoll of clovers,
A black bird hovered over my canopy of sky above,
They are his mirth; his smile was all around me.
An unrelenting warm breeze was his breath on my skin
And softly I turned as he caressed my hair.
“Join In”, the curious wind laughingly insisted.
He is my loving Father who beckons me into the grove
The barrier is soft, I can penetrate my fears
Today I know that His presence is close within my shadows,
Constantly smiling and bidding me near.
