Wouldn’t you like for me to tell you
the thing your heart has
always wanted to hear?
Wouldn’t you like to hear those words
feel them on your face
rumbling in your belly?
Wouldn’t you want to wake up each morning
to those eternal words
you’re starving to feast upon?
Out there we can hear it.
In the raucous birdsong
the breeze of leafing
the earth alive.
In here we feel it
under our feet pining and pebbling
where streams gurgle
Surrounded by wood and wild flower
breathing the loamy undergrowth
hearing the sound of living…
I hear it.
“I love you”, sing the birds.
“You are loved”, breathe the trees.
“We are loved”, roar the waters.
“All is love”, clap the leaves.
“You are cherished”, whispers everything.
Pen & Watercolor sketches made at Reynolda Gardens yesterday.
Faber Castell fineliner pens: Brush Tip, 1.5 , XS .
American Journey watercolors & DaVinci Gouache.