Rising to the Beauty of Our Lord’s Day

I arise to the glory of the Lord’s Day;

the cacophony of the silence interrupted

by the rustling of the floral fronds in the gardens

surrounding our rustic patio;

my morning reverie is paused by the

chuttering of a nearby squirrel

demanding I return to the darkened cavern of my home,

allowing him to return to his burglary of the finch’s feeds.

I hear the finches whispering their demands for me to leave,

allowing them to return to the feeders,

surrounding what I foolishly thought was my personal paradise.

I arise to the cacophony of silence graciously given to me. . .

each morning to the glory of the Lord’s Day.

Published by rkcdlitt