The God of small things

Tonight I looked out the kitchen window

and saw that the snow covered trees in the park

were the colour of pink sugared almonds.

Setting sun, I loved you in that moment, alone.

That was a second  of sanity in a world

gone mad with commercialism.

I found  myself longing for the days of

a sock filled with an orange and a few

chocolate pennies.

Like the ones my Grandma told me of.

When money was scarce

but your small gifts meant so much.

This week I've listened to * I hate Christmas*

* The shops are open again on Sunday*

and found myself inwardly sighing.

The sweetest present I've put under our tree so far

is one in the shape of a sweet,

from my darling Kessie.

I can't wait to see what it is.

Sometimes I find myself saying quietly to the Lord,

* Enough, Lord, enough.*

Let us all return to you with waiting, expectant hearts.

In the small things,

let us find joy.



Today's photo
via somewhere on Google.

Currently reading
The Bible , the story of the Birth of Jesus

Drinking
Apple juice

Eating
a sweet from the Quality Sweet Tin

Listening to
Angela Gheorghiu singing an Aria
from Madame Butterfly


Mood,
indescribable