For granting this space, that I may share
in Your creative, sustaining of life,
thanks be to You, O God.
For the miracle of seeds that turn the simplicity of lawn
into a riot of color and beauty,
haven for small creatures,
thanks be to You.
For the ever present late-summer music of
crickets and katydids
and the goldfinch song among the sunflowers,
for monarchs and swallowtails and bees of all sizes feeding
on buckwheat in the hedgerow,
thanks be to You.
For blossoms that feed the
migrating ruby-throats,
migrating ruby-throats,
almost-never-still, zipping
back and forth between flowers,
feeders and each other,
thanks be to You.
For the deep peace of such a place,
for the gift of participating in the provision of Your care,
over and over,
day by day,
over and over,
day by day,
moment by moment,
thanks be to You.