the envy of angels…
I turned down our street like
I’ve done a thousand times
and there sat our house, the
smallest on the block, the one
we’re tripping over each other
in, not to mention that dog for
god’s sake, but suddenly in the
cleft of the thousand and first
time the familiar danced unshy
in gossamer displaying what
eye seldom sees and ear rarely
hears, all while a glassed front
door framed that dog’s daily
vigil and, and then you stepped
into that gap, your form the
envy of angels, and I raced for
I knew I would soon touch the
hem. I would once again be home.
God his gifted you, you have a rare, true, beautiful voice and I’m sitting here at my computer in tears, thanking God he created you and that you are generous enough to share with us. May he continue to shine on you and your angel. Bless you
Leah, I gladly receive your blessing…thank you for taking the time to comment.
This is especially poignant as we pack up a decade of life and memories to move downtown. And yet pressed against the chest of the man I love, the rhythm of his heartbeat lures me into knowing what is new will soon be familiar, too.
Your way of seeing is gold.
Sallie
Sallie, I’d love to sit on that new/old porch with you and Ken and well, just sit for awhile…
speechless
Have a beautiful day, Carolyn…thanks.
Poignant thresholds abound when we pay attention. Thanks, bru.
Thank you my friend…’poignant’ is the word.
Fabulous!
I appreciate your word…thanks so much.
I live in a house like this.