In the morning, these flowers glow with sunshine outside my kitchen door.
So last week I took a few pictures,
hoping to savor that basket of beauty
before the dirty breakfast dishes called my name.
Then came the gift I might have missed;
a humming bird, wings catching the light for just an instant in my camera lens.
I keep a close eye on that basket now.
I'm hoping to see Mr. Hummingbird again.
If I don't come to the window and watch for him,
I might not notice him, even though he's there.
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fill me with such hopeful anticipation,
that I would eagerly seek to be in Your presence.
May each day be filled with grateful awareness of You.