Recent blessings, small and deep:
Music of Español, batted between women choosing baby clothing. Language-melody, launched in sequence, unfurled like little banners.
Skin scent when a loved one, lotion-tinted, gently day-heated, opened her arms.
Warm, dark wine's presence inside smooth gold cup, inviting a small swallow.
The fact that, despite myself, my life includes a well, a wandering, a search.
Seeing how often I'm befluxed by living.
Words of textured resonance meeting my soul: "Christ did not die in order to make bad men good -- he died in order to make dead men live." (Thanks, Fr. Stephen Freeman.)
Half-dreamed, before my alarm announced the morning: "Hold people close; a shade of closer."
2 comments:
gorgeous, Deanna.
"Befluxed"--great word!
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