Coffee brewed and ready for me to make a masterpiece of it,
children eating, no words, only the sound of chewing, swallowing,
hunger that set in overnight being worked off.
Sun shining through windows, brightly, blindingly,
wiping away the weekend's welcome storm,
rain, thunder, lightning, gray clouds, cool breeze,
and I find myself saddened they have gone.
Weekend which held much hope, delight;
ocean baptisms, people falling deep into water, rising into arms of Christ,
meals shared with true, beautiful friends,
laughter and conversation flowing into hours of night,
and children playing out in the dark, as children should...
and waking fresh to new day,
new memories to be made.