Take a day and live in it.
Try to breathe deeply - not heavily.
Listen to the birds, the bugs, the breeze.
Watch.

There is too much glory, right here, under my feet.
Don't loathe the dirt, the dust, the dishes.
Just let them be part of the joy of life.
Rest.

The colors. The ideas.
Paint the tiny fallen pecans.
Fishing for okra. String on stick.
Play.

Socks and shoes. A family walk.
Lucy the dog. Waddling lady.
Man with banjo. Two on bikes.
Laugh.

Baths and the story of a wise king.
Blessings and children off to dreamland.
Homemade ice cream together on the couch.
Sleep.

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  1. I found such peace in this beautiful poem, Elisha. Thank you.

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