My porch has become my quiet place
Oh, it’s not quiet—
The sounds of the birds
the muffled noise of trucks on the highway
even an occasional distant train whistle
But it’s where I talk with God in the morning
No words, but conversation just the same
His loving assurance of His care for me
calls out from the tiny sparrows
that hop around near the steps
His love of beauty in the grass and leaves
gilded gold by the rising sun
Communion and friendship are shared
in the smiles and nods of neighbors walking their dogs
or just out for a morning stroll
My coffee mug warms my hands and my soul
The warm drink flows through my body and mingles
with the warmth of Spirit
No holy books or canon needed
We meet—and it’s enough.
We meet—and it’s enough.
So nice....in so many ways
ReplyDeleteThanks, Joanie. I always think of you and your quiet spot. You are an inspiration to me.
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