The Sound of Precious, Human Life

The trees share the sound and pass it swiftly through their branches. The sun shines a glow into my heart. The wind collects the keys and the rhythm from the bark. And presents the atmosphere surrounding my ears with the song. And I am alive.

Silence, my heart.

And over me like a blanket...I am sheltered under the shadow of his great wings. And I know, today is almost gone. And tomorrow may never come.

But in this moment, I am alive. But most of all, I am loved. You are loved. There is nothing that could compare to the presence of a loving Father.

This is good news-the kind that can change your life if you let it.

It is the sort of comfort that can come like a rocking chair and your best friend, to stay the night, speaking the words you need to hear. over and over and over.

There is no end to that. No love spout in his garden that needs turned off (during certain times in the day).

It has no beginning. And no end. And fits perfectly right into your need. Exactly where it is supposed to be.

There is no time. There is no reality. And not a sound on earth that could collect enough description to compare to the healing touch of one single moment alone with this kind of love.

It is good.