Relation

Life gifted the first snowfall to come at night.  For some the Breath of Life was thundering in hurricane winds. I stood in the quiet stillness of snow falling wondering the sight come morning. To stand in the pre-dawn hours and see the little snowfall and hear the thundering silence, sweet mercy such a gift.

This morning I shall serve Life coffee in bed. An act of love that explodes my little heart. To see Life in relationship, sharing, and anticipation. To "surprise" Life with gifts of delight and hear the Heart of Life sigh with Love and a smile.

Sculpted Heart

There's a hole in my heart where yours once laid. Whether you left for what you thought was my own good or for your own, I do not know. Whatever the why, there is a hole in my heart where yours once laid. You are growing, unfolding, and finding your dance. Answering the prayer I breathed with every breath - that you might be whole and happy.

And on the day when infinity arrived, just days after the gift of soft,  I simply wanted to say, 'thank you.' You graced my life, and your presence truly made me blessed. There is, yes, a hole in my heart, where tears, like droplets of dew glimmer, beyond the sun's reach to dry, pool and gather rippling like the leaves dancing in the wind. Infinity. Still. 

There is a hole in my heart where yours once laid. Or maybe what was once stone has simply been sculpted into a work of art. Beauty. Grace. Softness. Sharing. Or maybe even simply the imprint of knees left when an angel knelt upon my heart's hearth to plant an eternal seed of love. Infinity. Grace. Simple truths of soft.