holy in the quiet

Early morning, sleeping child; her head upon my shoulder, her arm around my arm and her other arm around my neck. The dog warms my feet. In the trees outside, the birds sing, marking their aired territory with notes like candy: sweet, tiny, varied. The sun's rays remind me I have work to do, show me another day's arrival, warm my soul.

Days later life starts out as rain and washes t'ward grace. Suprise comes in; music made to heal. Quiet kisses, those lyrics, that melody. Funny how a song can be anxiety's undoing.

Dinner at home, evening with my other; sighs in arms as the records play on.

Sometimes the holy moments are the quiet ones.



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