family of large black crows scavenge for worms
and food left behind.
Wind whispers on necks,
water splashes up,
and we sit with poles waiting for fish,
books open to pages of encouragement and truth,
children voicing imagination in song,
running about God's land,
And Peace resides here,
speaking while waves lap against the shore,
while trees dance,
waving their arms in the breeze.
Must we go,
back to piles of laundry in need of folding,
to floors begging to be swept, mopped, vacuumed,
again and again,
to supper unmade,
toys out of place,
books strewn about on every surface.
Yet, Peace lives there too,
speaking while children laugh,
while family and instruments, together, make music
and little ones snore softly in the hush of the moon.
I can return
and find Him there,
and serve Bread to my family,
serve them first,
allowing them to partake of Love,
Lavishing my best upon them,
so they do not have to be as the crows,
scavenging for scraps, for leftovers.
I can return
and there we can live,
"We are nourished and tenderly cherished for Christ's sake"
wave's song as it reaches shore
father helping, guiding children
red-winged blackbirds flying to their nest in the cattails
bookworm daughter turning 9
being given a beautiful, old dog for our family
bright, beautiful full moon
children catching fish
visit with brother and family
new antique rocker
napping next to Moses
little kids everywhere