The Little Things
I can hear
all the way down the hallway,
the not so delicate
rhythmic timber of his breathing
As he sleeps.
To some it’s
an annoyance to avoid.
Uninvited clamor
disturbs the unacquainted ear.
Excuse me.
It is peace,
security in my life.
By morning I will be
Gently reminded again, of
Steadfast love.
So keep me
awake or let me slumber.
Discordant notes of sleep
I witness every blessed night.
I love him.
Is there more
that matters in this loco
world we juggle life in
than overlooking smaller things
for our needs?
Well, indeed
there are world peace and hunger
and child abuse and ills
and to the greater scheme of things
I defer.
Forgive me
If it sounds so like I care
Too much about myself.
My days are full of caring much.
The night’s mine.
Another view…
If love matters not greatly,
where is our joy in life?
We need little things after all
To rise up.
Kathy Adams 2012
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Yes, I agree. Its the 'Little things' that touches our hearts.
Many blessings,
+Linda
adoration touches my heart
for All the small things..
but especially of slumber
Lady Vivian
I really like the flow of this evening thought. It feels as peaceful as listening to the rhythmic breathing and the security that it known in that. Thank you for sharing this. Indeed, it's the little things that mean the most.
In Spirit,
Bear