Yesterday I heard the woodpecker;

drum his beat in a tree.

Fast and steady. Pausing, I’m guessing,

to catch his breath.

The early morning mist hung low,

shrouding the ground.

Tree trunks emerged from the mist, sentry-like;

their glorious canopies now emptying their leaves.

Turning, I looked at my footprints, breaking the dewy grass,

marking the route I’d come.

I breathed.

In. Out. In. Out.

In…savouring the morning freshness as it entered me.

Out…my vapour clouding before me.

Standing, hands deep in my pockets,

I beheld.

And allowed myself to simply delight in my Father and His ever-changing creation;

treasuring the gift of life.

The woodpecker and his rhythmic tapping,

broke into my moment,

and I walked on to its beat.

No…to the beat of the Creator.