Looking through the open slats of the blind
I see a morning picture
slice by slice
Pink streaks in pale blue sky
smoke curling from a chimney
across the yard
Snow-covered roofs
bare tree branches.
In my quiet space
my hands hold the warm cup
and I taste the goodness of my
morning coffee.
I breathe in and out
and listen to silence.
I am filled with knowing
that God is here
and within
That is the truth of this moment
and it is sacred
and hallowed.
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