Speaking of Love Notes

It is windy outside today. The warm air has collided with the cold and they are in a furious dance.

I went and stood in the back yard for a while. The snow, soft beneath my feet. The sun so warm. I thought about my girls, and how they smile, and how well they give of themselves to me.

Eyes closed, like I was standing on the edge of time itself, I accepted the day as a love note from God.




Valentines by Sara and Sonia.

Solace is a Chocolate

I like my chocolate dark
and just a touch
before bitter. I like my
chocolate barely sweet.
There are hands
that would close my lips,
priests who would say
I should feel guilty for
taking thin Lindts
on my tongue
like wafers at communion.
What do they know
of the Christ at Cana,
who is just now leaning in
to slip me another piece
of solace.

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Soul Dust

Snow sifts
softly, oh
so gently
covers
me.


This reminded me of that verse. About You covering Israel with your cloak. I couldn't find the verse this morning. Doesn't matter. It's there. Sure as Your hand, sure as Your cloak. Sure as Your love.