where shines the morning sun;
a little dog to give her paw
in greeting when day's begun.
Whirring wings of a hummingbird
on one of his countless trips ...
alighting on his tiny perch,
he drinks in hungry sips.
In woods below, spring gobbler roams,
alerting those who hear.
New to this friendly neighborhood,
a pheasant's morning cheer.
Amidst the blossoming dogwoods
and redbud's gorgeous hue,
harmonious notes of joyous birds
sing out, "This one's for you!"
Old Bible's open on my lap, inviting me to feast.
Like the hummer, I perch here hungrily,
where the Bread of Life fills me
in this haven of peace.
~ Connie Faust ~
"He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: