Sabbath Rhythm
Watching the steam rise from my coffee
Into the cool crisp air
Embracing the stillness…
Watching the steam rise from my coffee
Into the cool crisp air
Embracing the stillness…
Sometimes my prayer is spoken through teardrops
A wordless outcry from the depths of my heart
Each drop like a torrent, right from the start…
I’m captivated by the billows of the clouds,
The seamless shifting from smooth to ruffled,
Never ending labyrinths etched by the wind.
Soaring above, I’m filled with wonder,
Entranced by the textures blanketing the sky,
Layered like paint, masking the world below.
Snow capped mountains peak through,
Sharp white ridges piercing the gradient puffs,
Thin patches of wisps reveal glimpses of creation,
Outlines of plains and waves blurred by the mist,
Millions of life giving particles suspended in air,
Forming each wisp, billow, and puff,
Until heaviness amounts and gravity prevails,
Drop by drop, crumbling into rain.
Lingering fragments, floating like cotton,
Pushed and pulled by invisible currents,
Simultaneously gathered and dissipated,
The drifting white and grey play a silent melody,
Amplifying the majesty of the Composer.
12.26.22
As I drove away that April day
So much of me wanted to stay
Right there with you, in your embrace
To feel our love, face to face
My heart knew it was a last goodbye….
Read MoreYou know the number of hairs on my head you
You know the number of breaths I have left…
I feel a heaviness
The weight of what I know comes next.
Accompanied by peace….