No poems or prose for quite some time
I think the heat slows down creativity
The air on my porch is so thick with thoughts of rain
You can almost grab a handful
And yet…
Sitting here this morning with my coffee and Crossing to Safety*
I’m conscious of the gentle sound of rain on the leaves
And the joyous sounds of birds who seem to love this clime
I am made to smile at how God’s love breaks thru the
humidity and damp
And lays a finger on my uninspired heart and opens it to
Him.
Nancy Perkins
7/3/13
*My current read by Wallace Stegner
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