Grateful, Listening

Under the wet grass crickets crick-crick; perched high near the sky winged things sing melody. If I don’t pay attention I miss the concert. A rooster crows, reminding me to listen. A coucal adds her commentary, counterpoint in alto. Are You speaking, too, and I’m just unaware? The world is drenched with Your kind blessing.Continue reading “Grateful, Listening”