I close my eyes..
and listen..
to the grey whistle of the wind whipping against everything...
and underneath that is the traffic of trucks and cars racing down the avenue..
but a little above that is the humm and gentle gurgle of the radiator...
while Daisy's snoring keeps the rhythm
and sometimes the faint roar of a jet enters in, on its way to Logan, or just taking off to somewhere,
somewhere,
somewhere...
and then there is the occasional solo line for a sparrow, chirping alone from the tree beyond my window...
and Lucky cat, warm against my side, breathing so softly,
blocking my way
so I can't get up without disturbing his peace...
so instead, I breathe in his peace, and the ordinary symphony of this moment.
amen.
What Love Looks Like
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Great love stories are told and retold throughout the ages, carrying
medicine for healing hearts. When we hear them, we become the story. They
are ours.And...
2 days ago
3 comments:
Isn't it amazing what we "hear" when we truly listen.
Beautiful!
what a symphony...like a Bach adagio
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