Retreat

Rita Zyber
Apr 15, 2024
1 min read

Birdsong- a chatter and ringing in the trees.

Heard but not seen.

Breeze - a rippling of leaves.

Then, a scattering of shimmery seedpod.

Bursting, floating with possibility.

Love - a nun’s smile.

Direction, as she points to the right text for evening prayer.

A hug felt; a line to God.

Awareness - noticing the ark of an entire day,

Sunrise to gentle twilight.

Fullness - all the hours drenched in the goodness of God.

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