Ah, Lord, your Spirit hovers
seeking entrance into our lives.
We come to the garden
to open ourselves to your presence.
The garden is quiet now.
A big orange butterfly sails by.
A finch drinks from the birdbath.
Zinnias, black-eyed Susan,
and sunflowers bloom.
This is a filling station
for your peace, joy, and love.
Thank you, Lord. Amen
“If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will the heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him.”