Oh that sweetness of sharing a little round table with him
paint brushes in hand
little mugs of coffee
creating beauty across from one another.
Arms a smattering of tattoos
voice of honesty
heart soft and humble
eyes wet with tears,
such strength and endurance to survive.
Savor.
Crisp fall wind
her beauty
clutching a plastic bag of bread
ready to feed the birds.
Bundled up
tiny legs crossed in her wheelchair
open arms ready to hug and kiss my cheek
carrying warmth
Savor.
Eyes crinkled at the edges in sweet gazes
sharing joy sparking life
glances of endearment
thick stew.
Words softening hearts
hugs awakening love
sighs speaking of identity
Jesus chats over acrylics
Savor.
Heads tilted together in giddy laughter
affection spoken in darling phrases
banter
teatimes
sitting in crowds hearing her story
bright smile hemming and hawing bashfully
Savor.
I am learning to savor the sweet moments in life
My thoughts cloud, rush and worry envelopes, and these pieces of sweet are lost.
My heart becomes weary, my mind overwhelmed, I lose thankful attentiveness.
The gifts are missed, the joys, the tiny details of his lavish love overlooked.
I am learning to find Jesus presence in the simplicity of the moments, in the here and now.
I am learning to see his image, his heart right in front of me.
I am learning to be okay with the mystery of it all, to just soak it up and enjoy.
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