I awakened early,
and all seemed still asleep.
A cup of tea,
a wicker chair,
a sunporch just for me. . .
but I was not alone,
you, too, were there.
I hungered for your music,
heard when we’re alone.
You never disappoint!
I sipped and listened to the gentle breeze
the creaking of the porch door,
the singing of a bird high in the tree.
Soon I heard the tinkling of tiny tear drops
of moving water in the rivulet nearby
and they mirrored myown
tears of thankfulness and joy.
Soon the day would grow busy
and the gentle sounds of your gifts,
your voice,
would be lost in the confusion
and distress.
But in the din I will close my eyes
for just a moment
so that once more
I can hear your music.
It is well.
By Martha L Shaw – © 2018