In turning of day into night,
I remember crossing the river over the safety of a bridge,
And marvel at how easy that was.
Thank you, Lord, for bridges.
I recall the little girl’s giggles, at her mother’s goofy grins;
A blue jay’s call piercing silence near fish in the pond, preparing to dip his wings to cool his day.
Thank you, Lord, for sounds of laughter and refreshment.
The rain is more frequent now, the air turned cool.
Autumn colored leaves,
Slowly tumble down.
Squirrels, bearing acorns fallen from the tall oak,
Scurry across my driveway into the neighbor’s yard, seeking a burial place for winter’s pantry.
Signs of things to come, of change.
In Silence.
In turning of key to enter home:
Open the door, Lord, and please come in.
