A Soft Heart

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.

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The Song of My Heart

I sang
in the quiet hours
of the morning
thinking
nobody could hear me
but you heard me
long before
I sang one word
I did not think
about you listening
I only allowed
the melody of
my joyful heart
to come out
but you heard
every single word
every note
and every melody
and embraced it
with your heart
and right now
at this moment
I feel so grateful
for that!

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Do not use without permission! Thank you!