Winter

Listening to Silence

Time comes to me through an open door. . .

Setting on my lakeside deck
Barefoot
Grounded by woods
Air and the lake below
I hold my love for being here

Present
Now and today
Firmly rooted in my Ozarks
Where
Sky meets treetops
Where thinly scattered clouds
Shroud the sun
Where the sun makes its way up
Moving the light over my
Arms and then my face

I say – – –
Don’t move
Be still
Just listen
Hold onto this moment
I touch scared space
Finding love

I carry hope
With me forever – – –
God touches the morning
And here
I find my home

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