The morning is mild.
A soft breeze makes,
the trees dance,
and a soft drizzle,
falls on the earth.
I sit behind my desk,
coffee in hand,
but instead of words,
I find contentment.
An ease in my heart,
that is so gentle,
that it takes effort,
for me to reach it.
But it is there,
underneath the surface.
I can reach for it,
and with God’s help,
I can hold it in my hands.
It is a blessing, and a gift,
straight from God’s hand.