pull myself quietly, softly from between warm sheets and bodies.
It's not often that I can slip out of the room,
leave everyone cuddled snugly in their beds, in their dream lands
and quietly make my way downstairs that groan beneath my feet.
I rise before the sun, greet billowing October clouds
and I feel a pull to Words.
His.
And mine own spilling from my mind and through pen,
a love letter response to the one He wrote me.
a love letter response to the one He wrote me.
In the quiet lingering darkness of early morning
the cobwebs in the corners
and dirty dishes piled next to the sink
don't taunt me,
don't tempt me,
don't scream for me to look as I walk past.
Because in these precious, quiet moments
when I'm the only awake
I'm drawn to a different kind of housekeeping
that of dusting off the soul
cleaning up these thoughts
and polishing this heart.
Oh yes...I am needing some of that myself:)
ReplyDeleteWow, so beautifully said(written). Yes, all around there are those things that surround us and lure us away from that moment alone when we read His love letter and a time to respond.
ReplyDeleteThe form is so pretty, in poetic verses.
Glad to me right next to you, just hopped in piping hot from Lisa-jo's nook. Happy to know you.
Lolita
"A different kind of housekeeping" -- Love that, Hy.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful post! I could absolutely use some time to focus on "a different kind of housekeeping"! I hopped over from 5 min fruday. :)
ReplyDeleteI can't tell you how much I love this post. It is one my favorites!
ReplyDeleteThose dishes do scream, don't they? It can sure take some work to block their voices out.
Here's to
"dusting off the soul
cleaning up these thoughts
and polishing this heart.'
(Such beautiful words.)
Oh these words are stunning.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful...
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