Spiritual Sunday

Peace
The family at peace
Moments of togetherness
Accented by a cough
colds have a way of slowing us
Breathing treatments
choclate frosting on my keyboard

Dove Made her Daddy man a cake
"all by myself mom".
"mom I am sorry"
"mom I can't get the oven door to close"
Door off the hinges
a ready easy fix that calmed the panic

Cake with candles
family night show
shoes for the needy
a tear in my eye that gave them a start.
Grandma had no shoes
Her father refused her
Sixth grade was her limit
No shoes No school in the hills of Tennessee bake in the 1930's.

Humble grateful little hearts come to me with an embrace
The joy off all those Jamaican children
Shod of foot tears in my eye.
The kids understood
We are far more than blessed with abundance and wealth

"How many pages are in the Bible Mom?"
His sweet little voice.
"Scratch my back, old and new, before Him and after."
"That's a chapter" I said.
"Lets play"! Sisters awakes from her brother's floor.
"I am alright with it" say he
Mom asleep by 7 p.m. in a quiet room.

Rich we are in the abundance
Life is Holy as the Master streams
The oak stands strong rooted deep
The dear pants for the water
My soul longs for Him

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