A waking blue sky

An invocation to ancient gods on the radio

The trees sway to a soft and gentle breeze outside

And my baby sleeps

Her head nestled and caressed

in the nook between my neck and shoulder

She strings for me this precious chain of moments

With her soft and gentle breath…

In an embrace of re-assuring silence

All of life so readily offers itself

And everything speaks

Softly…

Gently…

Eloquently…

Simply.

 

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