A spark in the night

It's late

and yet ~ on the still air

the notes of my husband's flute are

drifting upstairs

like shooting stars.

We've had a blessed day,

full of laughter and love.

Sometimes I wish we lived in the country

so at night I could

( from the window )

see the shadowy figures of geese in flight

or hear the night time call

of an owl in the trees.

It's been a week of prayers,

long , deep.

I like talking to God

when the day is almost gone.

In this childlike ,

waiting heart

I think everyone

in the world is fast asleep

and He has only me to listen to.

When I tell my husband these things

he smiles at me,

that smile of understanding

that only he can give.

Green eyes full of the ocean that stole my heart away.

I'm listening to the fairy songs

of Singh Kaur.

Thinking it won't be long

until the Church bells start to ring.

Wondering what books I'll pore over

on this new Sabbath.

Thankful,

thankful heart

a

spark

in

the

night