The Morning Walk

A silhouette defines my space on the verdant soybeans,

A tender crop moving gently at the hand of the too still breeze.

She tugs at my wrist, whispering loudly,

Look. Pay attention. 

Do you see?

I walk alone beside generations of seeking sojourners.

The perfume of the humid soil tickles my nose,

Unnamed birds offer their friendly chatter, and

The rhythmic cadence of insects propose an accompaniment

As nature sings me its anthem.

This hymn, this spiritual manifesto for love and life,

Offers a deep melodic thread to the earth – to understanding

A path generations of feet have traveled  

Listen – look – the answers are here.

The Morning Walk

A silhouette defines my space on the verdant soybeans,
A tender crop moving gently at the hand of the too still breeze.
She tugs at my wrist, whispering loudly
Look. Pay attention. 
Do you see?
 
I walk alone beside generations of seeking sojourners.
The perfume of the humid soil tickles my nose,
Unnamed birds offer their friendly chatter, and
The rhythmic cadence of insects propose an accompaniment
As nature sings me its anthem.
 
This hymn, this spiritual manifesto for love and life,
Offers a deep melodic thread to the earth – to understanding
A path generations of feet have traveled  
Listen – look – the answers are here.

#sosmagic
The lessons are here. We simply must listen. #MakeRoomForJoy