No noise in the house this morning. Hubby to work. Children asleep. This means I am on my sofa enjoying coffee and silence. I’ve always loved poems, so it is only natural I wound up writing one. Hope you enjoy it.
I love the quiet stillness of morning.
Fetal-curled, hinting at my natal beginning,
I am a child held in my Father’s arms.
No words necessary.
His powerfully tender embrace is sufficient.
I lay back my head, catch the cadence of His breath, and fall into its time —
Rhythm found only in silence.