the warmth of the sun reflecting off my mirrors...
it fills the room with hope,
hope that only a new day can bring.
i slip quietly out from under my covers
just minutes ago,
dreaming about children and laughter
...build a fire
...feed the birds
three things that i love doing on the weekend
these are tasks that on the week days just means
one more thing that i am rushing to do before i leave for the day.
while i wait for the coffee to finish brewing
while i wait for the fire to take off...
i slip out into the quiet of the morning
to my sanctuary
the choir is standing
and in the silence
i share fellowship
with all the beauty,
that is before me
this is Sunday morning
this is my time
this is my sanctuary
may your blessings,
just as mine do,