Sounds of Blessing

A lovely winged melody rose from

the white flowered branch of

the oleander this morning.

The singer nestled among the narrow

green leaves, lifted her rusty

brown head and filled the

morning air with elegant beauty.

Her song was a gift, her

presence a revelation of

joy matching the intensity

of the sun electrifying white

flower clusters.

Through my window I watched

the fragile body thrust forward

to push her song through tangled

branches and into the currents of

a congenial morning breeze.

The quiet harmony of the universe

is forever enhanced by these brilliant

sounds of blessing.


  • Lorna

    I feel and see every line of this........... I am there or at least want to be. I watch my little corner of the world with the same eyes.

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