11 February, 2015



sitting on the floor
in a sun spot
the school yard squealing in the near distance 
recess in Italian sounds exactly the same as it does at home

one toll for ten thirty tolls

'sun stars' float around the warmth of my cheek 
and my children 
chasing them in darkened rooms strobed with light
fills my mind's eye

but it's dust . . .just dust . . . that fills the air
and the bunnies that come with the fallen sun stars 
and the crumbs 
and all manner of what comes in and falls down 
rests on the floor
until again I'm inspired to sweep

but today I sit 
pressed against the wall
in the sun
on the floor
where I am
away
far away
and apart
set apart
reading
listening
thinking
and remembering
to pray
quietly
intimately
with my heart and my tears
no words

and even in this small and remote place where pretty much all I do 
is under my full control
to go and to do
or to stay and just be
things beckon
they never seem to loose their voice
wipe up
wash down
clean up
go out
meet up

trying to just be quiet becomes a huge feat
something to explain to others
when they ask what did you do
why are you not going away
traveling
exploring
enjoying

oh but I am
to sit
on the floor
my heart holding fresh memories
and words spoken in silence
feeling the sun 
warm on my cheek

and knowing that even in this cool of February in the wane of morning
spring is just below the surface
surging and waiting to wield its green

what is there to do
in our lives
wherever we are
in a day

waking
and rising 
coffee
and reading
walking
and sitting
praying
and listening
and staying

sometimes that...so simple 
gives its pure meaning 
to a life of days

and it makes me wonder
what does my small life
of putting out the laundry
really mean in the grand scheme of things

it's white
and it's beautiful gently swaying in the sun
but anyone could do it
or not
my being
my putting the clothes on the line
has purpose
I was created in the image of God
He put the sun in the sky not I
He brings the flowers and grass from the ground
He causes the sun stars to shine in His light
and He will accomplish what He desires in this...my life

I am His delight
His beloved
His very own child
that He loved into being...

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