Heavenletters

Let go of the past in all its forms, and you will be innocent.

I begin this day as a newborn...seeing the world for the first time...I am in awe of hearing the wind howl and the branches - the arms of God - bow and bend...they are so flexible yet they have firm roots so they will not topple over. I hear a bird's song singing so sweetly drowning out the din of the world...how can one sweet sound pierce the garbled noise of the world? It is the sweet sound of God. I see tiny buds on the barren branches..the leaves from last fall are doingg a dance in God's breath. The sky is a color that no artist can mix on the pallette and the wisp of a cloud looks like cotton in the sky. There are wires which go from my house to the utility pole but my eye is drawn beyond that ... up, up, up....