Calm, peaceful, still, ever.

How can anyone tire of this view?
That goes on forever,
Forgives all
Welcomes all
Receives all.

You are there.
Out my bedroom window
My backyard,
My puppies’ playground,
Sheltered and safe.

***

Wait! What was that?

Who do you think you are,
Forcing your way in like that?
Painting my hallway
reds and yellows,
oranges and purples.

Can’t you see I’m resting here?

Well, maybe one little peek,
Just a crack in the door
To see who’s calling.
That’s polite, isn’t it.

Oh my, look at you!

Won’t you come in?
Have some coffee.
Sit and chat a bit,
Tell me what you see
From there.

where’d you go?

I am about to do a new thing;
now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? ~ Isaiah 43:19