Dreaming on a Summer’s Day

I lay on my back in the grass and the sky is a blue cathedral’s ceiling above me.  And all I know is that life is beautiful.

I listen to the voices of the winds and the songs of summer.  I feel the caress of playful breezes…cool and tender on my face.  A million sweet smells.  The smells of a million sweet dreams.  I am alone…but I am content.  I am surrounded by friends.

My calendar is marked up in red and black.  I’m busy, busy, busy.  This is mandatory…they will be disappointed if I don’t come…she’s counting on me…he misses me…we need to get together…they’ll be hurt…they need help…I’ll be bored if I don’t.

Never mind that.  It’s summertime…and for today, nothing else matters.  I’m on my back in the green grass, talking with God.  And nothing else and no one else is more important.  This is my time with God.

The heavens declare the glory of  God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.

The words of Psalm 19:1 come on the winds.  I sing softly under my breath…just a praise song…just simple words of adoration.  My heart swells up with love and happiness.  And the sun kisses me…and it feels like the kiss of God.

And the sky is a blue cathedral above me.