In the crush of all that is internet
The noise of all that is media
Relentless pursuit of better faster stronger prettier
Perfect
I stand in awe
of quiet simple gifts:
the sigh of my aging dog
comfort of a handmade quilt
soft snow on pine bough and eyelash
voice of my Beloved calling:
Come away and rest for a while
You are my joy
And I am carried.
Picture: sourced online
