Such glorious weather. The grass is mowed and the garden spring cleaning begun. But I pause the hear the bees hum among the blossom and watch the little birds fidget among the fresh green leaves.
From Psalm 72 (The Message)
Give the gift of wise rule to the king,
O God, the gift of just rule to the crown prince.
... Be rainfall on cut grass,
earth-refreshing rain showers.
Let righteousness burst into blossom
and peace abound until the moon fades to nothing.
Participating in Psalm Challenge #72.