Fellowship

i awake

to warmth

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

where i,

just minutes ago,

was dreaming

dreaming about children and laughter

...make coffee

...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

their voices

ring

strong

i share fellowship

with all the beauty,

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,

flow.

just BE.