Caught inside the blessing
I wait to see
how it will unfold.
Cool breeze,
cicadas,
a bird calls
from above,
and I listen
hearing only
His goodness,
the feeling of His
faithful Breath
upon my cheek -
lifting my hair.
"Where is He?"
they demand.
And I puzzle at
their inability
to find Him.
He vibrates
everywhere
and fills the music
of voices
lifting from a
raucous playground.
He is contrasting colors
and shifting light
through
fragrant
leaves.
He is Lord
of the Universe
but stops
to smile at me
from
my husband's
eyes.
Written 9-21-2006 2:35pm on a bench on the Scarritt grounds
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