Whisper of Spirit

I think the little synchronicities
Help me most of all
They whisper to me gently
Of the abiding presence of spirit in my life
And open me to the gifts
Of this warm and sunny summer morning
The vivid colors of the flowering crepe myrtles
The stately evergreens and the tall magnolia
The blueness of the sky
And the pattern of light and shadow
Reminding me of the preciousness
Of all of life.