I will thank you, Lord, among the peoples,
among the nations I will praise you
for your love reaches to the heavens
and your truth to the skies.
O God, arise above the heavens;
may your glory shine on earth!
Psalm 56:8-12 photo by C Scodova
The wind is shaking the gold-green crowns
of dogwood blossoms
throned in trees of light
as if, all morning, they had nothing better to do
than give their kingdoms away,
from the rumpled-silks of their hearts
and branching routes of beauty
crossing the bright-open
borders of love.