My faithful partner tried to put up the screen door earlier, we both forgot where he put the screws and hinges last fall. It’s a
warm spring morning, a little muggy, clear sky, just the slightest veil of mist. Shadows land in shapes and patterns covering the
street. But here on this edge of eternity, what lies beyond the treetops sketching themselves into the atmosphere is of no
concern of mine at the moment. I want to be, here, allowing even words to be erased from thoughts, letting these images fade, so that
with eyes widened, heart stretched, my entire being can be present to the gifts of the morning, or I might overlook a treasure, or
miss a tender mercy, or not receive a revelation, I might have otherwise. And then I might evaporate into the mist and be
of no more use to anyone than the screen door on the front porch, there, leaning up against the house without any screws or
hinges. Even the dog wonders about that. We both jump when a sudden gust comes along, knocks it down, and breaks the frame.
Love this.
Great piece
Powerful Deb. ❤️😀
Thanks so much, Carly!
Glennda, I’m so glad! ❤️
Thank you, that means a lot!
Blessings
Loved this, Deb! The broken door frame speaks to me of how fragile those delightfully warm and misty moments are. There’s always the potential for something to come crashing in, to steal it all away. But wait! We can refocus on the Warmth and the ethereal Mist–it’s/He’s still there. In fact, we appreciate it/Him all the more when the noise subsides.
Nancy, You understand. ☺️Your words are such an affirmation that the Spirit was speaking and working in my heart as I wrote. And then it’s amazing to me how He connects us! ❤️
With much gratitude,
Deb
Amazing piece, we’ll written! 😊
Thank you so much, Simone. ❤️
Wow. This is powerful. It’s so hard to be in the moment and to fully feel all the possibilities and messages coming in when our minds are always so busy. I’m so happy I found your words.
Bridgette, I’m so happy you did too!