other times,
silence sings.
Today my soul
craves the quiet
reflection,
rejuvenation.
I remember standing at that fence,
watching his knee
touch down on pavement
praying, breathing
hoping bike stays upright.
He has always been a bike man,
I knew this before I married him :)
Piano music plays now,
in the background, the safety of our home:
He sits across from me looking at the photo's.
Bread bakes in the oven
I think on the manna,
on His being here, His provisions.
And thank Him, for always listening to our cries.
(Scribbled down for Imperfect Prose, wont you join along?)
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