Listening, Reflecting, Writing - Filled in Spirit

Running water bubbles over plastic rocks.
I close my eyes to drift elsewhere.
Crows caw, woodpeckers peck,
Insects rattle a hiss.
Bee buzzes, close chasing another--gone.
Late summer breeze brushes my face.
Cares ease, but do not cease--timeworn.

Berry Bush Bird by Endmon at DeviantArt

Tapping keys, so effortlessly,
Letting thoughts roll,
Flowing where they want to go.
Noisy little hidden insects
Make themselves known,
Rhythmic shaking in harmony.
Soft, then loud, they say,
"I am here, one more day."

Focusing back to the running water,
My lungs inhale deep-- a cleansing breathe,
A moment alone but not at all quiet,
No human voice, still sounds grow.
What a filling for my ear.
This summer day there is no pause.
Yet my soul reflects -- no fears.
Faith makes one bold with cause.

Drawing in another deep breathe,
Six legged bug, wings up hobbles
Full of effort cross the table,
Then stops to regain strength.
Do I hobble two arms, two legged,
Not using my wings to fly?
My soul draws to God above,
He is my Love-- supplied.

I'm cleansed by nature's lovely air,
Moist from showers gone before,
Maybe the cause of so much chatter.
Joyous response to life needed rain--quenched.
Fill my spirit with Yours, I pray
That I might reflect Your image,
Source of all, be mine today.
Into my core be etched--and stay.

To this, sings my soul until I die,
I watch a little bird,
Into the hedge he flies.
Bopping about, not in a cage
Free to roam the earth's wide sky.
Thank you for this spiritual reprieve.
As sisters, we prayed, for this need,
Now - the fruit of faith - I receive.