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
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!
