Five Minute Friday: Messenger

Lately the only writing I seem to be doing here is for FMF.

I'll take what I can get.

This weekly community has provided a place to discipline myself to write at least once every week. 

Even if my other days are filled with other tasks, there is but a brief moment at week's end to come here

and write

and exhale.

Fo that, I am thankful.

Today's prompt: Messenger

GO

The pink peonies 

were ballerinas

dancing to the flow of the wind.

The tall stalks of grass, 

ready to go to seed,

were trumpets

heralding the pulse of the air.

The green birch leaves 

clinging to white branches

were acrobats 

that floated on the currents of the breeze.

I could have missed it, 

blinded my own busyness and care.

You are not visible after all.

Today’s grace was taking notice

of the messengers along my way

that prove Your presence

by synchronizing to Your breath.

Today, Father, 

creation testified to You.

Though invisible You are yet seen;

manifest in their inevitable response to Your movement. 

STOP