GOOD SUNDAY MORNING

Nothing in life is black and white, although we often see it that way. When faced with the good and bad on a single canvas, it's up to us to choose the light.

09.07.2014

Good Sunday morning

Husband, daughter, cat sleeping

Just the sun and me

Coffee is brewing

Cinnamon and vanilla

Senses are alive

Closely I listen

I’m listening for my heart

Hear a noiseless mind

All of a sudden

Struck by clanging of dishware

Shattering my peace

It sounds like a crash

Chain reaction of metal

Colliding, eyes wet

But he realizes

And he quiets his movements

Speaks to me gently

About groceries

It’s his favorite subject

And it makes me smile

Heart whispers softly

Calm down, he loves you so much

No need for power

Quiet once again

I hear compressor blowing

Thoughtful heart silent

Intently I note

I can only hear my mind

Thinking, not feeling

Connection is lost

Between my heart and fingers

But I had a glimpse

Of hearing my heart

Like the sun, peaking through dark skies

Good morning Sunday