HOUSE WITH WINGS
Early morning here,
the time I love.
I’m picturing our house
with white wings,
sailing in the great
empyrean of Being
toward You, Lord.
Here now with none
of the cacophony
the world becomes
later.
I hope this spontaneous
vision of peace
and joy is the way
things really are.
In this quiet moment
I see the two of us,
pilgrims and helpmates,
on our way to You
in this container-ship
where we live and love
sleep and eat, say our prayers,
work through difficulties
and safely re-center
after another day
of the battle
we call life.
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10/23 by m.r.
photo: "House with Wings" (digital) by m.r.