Saturday, January 7, 2012

VESPERS



As I lay to rest in my bed my mind walks slowly through the places I have passed that day

I see faces...I hear words.....I touch hands and stroke hair. There are smells and tastes   

  at times I 



//////WINCE//////

as I realize that I have mishandled this one or that one

   and then I fold it all together and put it away as a day I shall never have to see again

In the Morning

In the morning
    before the phone sarts to ring
        before the children are up and doing
             before we have to close the windows to shut out the heat of the day
                 
                         i like that time

The coffee maker chuckles,
    I can hear the small birds at their morning worship

The fridge hums a familiar song to itself under its breath
                              i like that place

Oftentimes there and then



GOD

          comes and visits with me!