in the freshness
of the early morning
the little hummingbird
darts and hovers
drinking nectar
from the uplifted cornucopias
of vibrant purple blossoms
life-giving nourishment
for the taking
supplied abundantly
by the Father
Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? ~ Matthew 6:26
I am SO HAPPY to see that you are posting again. Your beautiful poetry often touches places in me I didn't know was there!
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks for coming by to visit. You are always welcome!
Thank you for your kind and encouraging words, Brenda!
ReplyDeleteAnd I always enjoy visiting your site...it is a welcoming place! :)
Thank you for your kind comment about my poem...your poetry is lovely, and very uplifting. :)
ReplyDeletethank you sherri...looking forward to reading more of yours. :)
ReplyDeleteI've been thinking about the hummingbird ever since early summer, how it can keep its head perfectly still, though its wings whiz and its body darts around...
ReplyDeleteAnd your previous post---hey, you're making me hungry!