In the chapel courtyard the Divine whispers
in the sound of the waterfall;
in the promise of plants that still lie dormant;
in the shelter of the cloister;
in the whimsey of the designer;
in the red heart that shines like a sweet surprise in the afternoon sun.
I am at a Lifewriting retreat this weekend at Festival Hill in Round Top Texas. While out for a walk this afternoon I was inspired to write this verse.