The Flower Becomes Fruit When It Worships

Tagore wrote these words many years ago - today they set the pace of my commitment to God and to His Divine call on my life.   As I worship, I become a gala of good things to come - perishable yet delicious.   Be mindful of the nourishment from the highest branches, where the seam of the Vine holds fast the heavy fine branches. 

Imagine That

I woke, I saw, I felt the feather falling and then I heard it reach the ground.