I watched a blackbird on a budding sycamore
One Easter Day, when sap was stirring twigs to the core;
I saw his tongue, and crocus-coloured bill
Parting and closing as he turned his trill;
Then he flew down, seized on a stem of hay,
And upped to where his building scheme was under way,
As if so sure a nest was never shaped on spray.
By Thomas Hardy
Artist Mark Rowney
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook
You have searched me, Lord,
and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue
you, Lord, know it completely.
You hem me in behind and before,
and you lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
– Psalm 139
The Sleeping Forest – Peter Bognar image
Text & image source: Tom Woolley https://www.facebook.com/tom.woolley.12?
Photo credit: Mindful Christianity Today https://web.facebook.com/MINDFULCHRISTIANITYTODAY/