The Breath of God

The Rain is finally sleeping,

so the Sun is wide awake.

It smiles through Clouds of cotton

as they float in Skies of blue.

Flowers sway and bob their heads,

 singing to the Bumblebee.

The Breeze whispers gently ...

I think it might be calling Me.

I smell the Breath of God

as it encompasses my soul.

And I know in this moment,

That I cannot let You go.

"Bless the Lord,

O my soul,

And all that is within me,

Bless His holy name."

Psalm 103:1