By J Ann Crowder
I want to sing like song thrushes in June. These chordes within long to project melodies outside of me. They’d sing like deepening winds, echoing secrets, sailing on rushing warmth between mountains, creating reverberating strength in oceans. ’Tis God’s breath moving us in an ever encircling bloom.
The warm breath, the wind, is God's breath moving the earth. We are apart of it's moving motion. Written June 15, 2016.