A TENDER MOMENT
Quiet of the early morning sky
Thin crescent moon above, the towering rock hills far off
A trail of faint color lines the horizon
Beginnings of red,
Beginnings of shades of blue blend into darkness reaching overhead;
An evening owl hoots a few last times
Other birds stir
Cool winter air feels crisp and good,
Frost on the neighbors’ rooftops.
He stands and closes his eyes, prays in a familiar Spirit language;
Who knows what one day brings forth
Who can capture a moment, hold time in his hand,
Or hold a memory forever in the heart,
In a mind that wonders
A soul that yearns and longs.
Divine Trust rules and lords over this new day
Even as the last,
And those many years ago in fresh, vivid detail.
Later, with a tender kiss of love, wife off to work,
With a kiss of Divine Truth my new day unfolds as well
As a gift from God to be gladly unwrapped.