the days

The days ebb in and out.
The chores and daily duties march in a constant rhythm.
Yet there is good and grace in these days.
The little bits translate into longer stories and the love overflows.
Gifts drop in unexpected places and the sun beckons through the cracks.
And there we are, living.
Through the glorious moments and the mundane.
In and out.
Like a breath.

1 comment:

  1. Beautifully said.....I can feel the sun as I start my frozen day......:)


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