I suggested in Tuesday's post that we can all compose our own psalm. So I did just that. I used the alphabet as a kind of infrastructure and the sights and sounds of spring as my theme. But while I'm calling it a psalm, I don't use the words God or Lord or even praise. I simply hold all of this in my heart as I stand in the Spring's God-given day. Saint Kateri Tekakwitha prayed more with her eyes (nose and ears) than with her mouth.
"My heart overflows with a goodly theme as I sing my ode to the king." Psalm 45:1
April means to open ~ new consciousness.
Berries ~ and gratitude for those who through aching labor pick them for me.
Cardinal ~ not the prelate, but the elegant garden songster.
Dogwood ~ a white, wide-armed, bird-welcoming one grew outside my church.
English Daisies ~ cottage garden fantasy.
Fawns and lambs, cubs and kits, hatchlings and calves.
Goldfinch stitching heaven and earth in undulating flight.
Hummingbird whose appearing always comes as surprise.
Iris ~ garden grown or stylized, medieval symbol of Our Lady.
Junco ~ dark-eyed, slate colored, white-winged avian.
King of Marigolds from Africa *
Leaf mold ~ nature's gift for the lightening of my soil.
Migratory birds ~ Have you some intelligence you'd rather keep to yourselves?
Nozzle ~ spray or wide-angle, mist or piercing jet.
Open branching every tree. *
Passionflower hinting at Christ's bright wounds.
Quince barely budded. *
Rain ~ soft as the Irish say.
Silencing scent of damask rose.
Tea-kettle, tea-kettle, tea-kettle tea ~ Carolina Wren's all day song.
Ukraine ~ may the happiness of Spring return to you.
Viburnum for butterflies, bees and birds.
Worms fill the ground with air.
Xylem ~ summoning water up from roots.
Yellow-fevered Dandy Lions. *
Zinnia ~ color-pop, charm and joy.
* Indicates the collaborative gift of my soul sister.
