Filling my spiritual bucket, making my eyeballs sweat,
My lungs quiver, my heart bleed with anticipation and eagerness and energy,
And Holy spiritedness.
My youngest son’s laughter, belly up, whole hearted, white lights & lollipops,
And all the sugar his little body can hold.
My oldest son’s nostalgia, and maturity – his passionate guitar playing, song-writing,
Singing, wailing, with all the rhythm and soul his body can hold.
The two of them experiementing, working together, chatting, bonding, loving
When I thought they had lost each other.
My Hayley dog running back into my arms after taking her own little
But she’s so glad to be home. And I’m so glad she made it.
Long solo hikes immersed in leaves, and breeze, and nature’s unconditional
Peace of mind – a few hours and moments of being present with
Beauty – unspoiled and lovely – innocent and tender.
The smells of dessert candles, amongst a shimmering glass of wine, a lit-up tree,
Dressed with memories of years and love and Christmases with mom and dad and us.
And I am content and at peace with God’s plan for me, for us, and for the love
He keeps pouring into my heart especially when I feel complete emptiness.
We fall on difficult times so that we can savor the easy ones.
We fall so that we must depend upon Him to lift us up…
Just one more time.