Standing on the cold linoleum kitchen floor,
Gazing out the back window,
Wrapped up in my heavy sweater,
No thoughts dominating another.
Enjoying my refudge,
Enjoying my sanctuary-home!
A sweet, easy Sunday afternoon,
My white, now gray warn sweater,
Hugs my weary body.
The atmosphere whispers,
“Rest, don’t you dare rush!”
“Move easy, don’t be hasty!”
Sipping warm chocolatey joy,
This is the long awaited elixir!
The holly tree branches bend-sway,
Appearing so regal-so assured in your feathered coat of cobalt blue and steel gray,
You beckoned me to watch,
Witness your undisturbed perch.
Pulling back my curtain, I applauded your presence.
Thank you, You are here!
And low and behold,
“Good Afternoon,Cardinal what brings you here?”
“Could this be the hallow ground that awaits us?”
And then it dawned on me,
Would I know Him if I saw him?
The Lover of My Soul, the Lifter of My Head!
Crisp air moving.
Would I hear Him in my steps?
Feel Him in the atmosphere?
Hear Him in my breathing?
Reverence Him the quiet?
Witness Him in Nature?
Or rush past Him in haste?
Today, I know Him,
Acknowledge, notice the Divine,
Marvel at His presence.
You are truly here!
The inception of my poem occured on Sunday afternoon. It was really a crisp, wintery feeling day. There was no snow, but it was certainly cold. I stood in my kitchen, wearing my favorite warn sweater and just enjoyed gazing out the window. There was nothing particularly interesting at that moment. But then I noticed a fire engine red furry ball moving, or so it appeared. As I looked closer, I realized it was a Cardinal playing in a pile of leaves. What a wonderful sight. This was a first for me, witnessing this.