God is Whistling
As I sat
in my sanctuary
this morning,
with the painting of Jesus praying
looking at me,
I stopped
and appreciated the peace,
the quiet,
the calmness.
I tuned my ears
to God
and
what do you think I heard?
God whistled at me!
No, God didn’t whistle like Roger Whittaker.
He didn’t even whistle like this obsessed whistler below.
No, God whistled through the trees outside in my snow-covered yard.
The wind was blowing at about 30 miles per hour.
Some people might find that sound
annoying
or
frightening.
I found it inspiring.
Here is the poem it inspired:
God Is Whistling
God is whistling
At me this morning
The trees are dancing
Sending out a warning
A storm is coming
The sky is darkening gray
We’re going to have snow
Again on Christmas day
I listened to His whistle
For in it there was joy
I heard His song announcing
The coming of His Boy
I can whistle His arrival
I can join God’s happy tune
‘Cuz I celebrate this season
Christ the Lord is coming soon
I imagine those doves are cooing
as they peer down on the Christ Child.
I can whistle a cooing sound of a dove.
Try it.
God is listening.
I can whistle. Can you?
Whistle a love song.
Whistle a Christmas carol.
Whistle along with your favorite song of the season.
Here’s another Roger Whittaker for your listening pleasure:
I hope that made you smile.
Nothing like a cheerful whistle!
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Have a Marvelous Monday.
See ya tomorrow.