small saints of the household retain
all their color and aura
as the sun sets later each day
on the creek's western rim
and the new moon rises
to smile through my evening window,
bowing eastward in vespered silence
and tender mercies of the day
small saints of the household retain
all their color and aura
as the sun sets later each day
on the creek's western rim
and the new moon rises
to smile through my evening window,
bowing eastward in vespered silence
and tender mercies of the day
I just love “small saints of the household” and have been realizing what ours are.
Good morning, J. Thanks for dropping by. I’m curious now about your household saints! Have a lovely day.