I feel your breath upon my skin
As the morning light finds your face
Love blows ‘round us like a sacred wind
And I say a little morning grace
Tears like a blessing, love like the light
I touch you like a prayer every single night
I don’t know who to thank every single day
I sing a little song, say a little grace
Thank you to the breathing
Thank you to the sun
To the moon and the morning
Every song ever sung
To the sky and the ground
The goddess in the trees
The angels and the afternoon
That carried you to me
Your smile makes me want to sing
As you lead me barefoot to the door
You show me all the fragile flowers of spring
That have never dared to blossom before
The night wind blows so silent and so sweet
And you gather me gently in your arms
I hold you in reverence as you sleep
And I whisper my thank-yous to the stars
I whisper my thank-yous to the stars
(© 2004 Leela Grace, BMI)
O Jen............she is ok. By now, she into school activities, and she is ok.
ReplyDeleteShe is ok, Jenny. She IS! Still, I weep with you.
the first thing i notice is that i don't recognize your things...except the storage containers that you bought for your trip.
ReplyDeletewell, i do recognize your beautiful attention to detail and the intentionality of breakfast.
missing you.
I second Kristin. A beautiful breakfast for your family.
ReplyDeleteI will never be as organized as a mother as you are! If they don't already, someday your children will recognize the incredible gift of love that you give them through your planning and preparing. This familiar intentionality will be a stabilizing force in their lives. Kudos!!
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