I start out well with good intentions and then before I know it my thoughts are jumbled and crossed. In the midst of such confusion, my heart soon wearies. I let the weight of the present fall heavy upon me. Under its burden, I miss the grace that longs to be seen.
Sunshine breaking through a cloudy sky
A red-crested woodpecker pounding away on a hard maple tree
Time to gather my thoughts and my words
Friends who are patient even when I am not
Faithful furry friends who stay closer than a shadow
The smell of his cologne that lingers well past his leaving for work
Memories recalled within spaghetti sauce and meatballs
An abundance of shoes waiting for feet
These simple graces are ones that transform moments into memories.
In the seeing I feel the breath of my Creator upon me. His Presence made manifest by a heart begging to bear witness.
Weary not I pray, of my feeble attempts to be attentive. Instead join me in counting the graces and giving thanks.
A late edition to "Multitude Monday - One Thousand Gifts", but a start nonetheless.
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