A TENDER MOMENT
Quiet of the early morning sky
Thin crescent moon above the hills far off
A trail of faint color lines the horizon
Beginnings of red
Beginnings of shades of blue blend into the darkness high above.
An evening owl hoots a few last times
Other birds stir,
Cool winter air good and crisp
Frost on the rooftops.
He stands and closes his eyes, prays in a familiar Spirit language;
Who knows what one day brings forth
Who can capture a moment, hold time in his hand,
Or hold a memory in his heart,
A mind that wonders
A soul that yearns and longs.
Trust rules and lords over this new day
Even as the last
And those many years ago in clear, vivid detail.
With a kiss of love, wife off to work;
With a kiss of truth, my new day unfolds as a gift from God to be unwrapped.
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