the words, they begin to form coheasive, clear, deep.
placing the last dish on the rack, i reach for the towel, dry off and grab my laptop.
it takes time for it to boot up, time to sit.
such a short amount of time, really.
and yet. the words they have left. gone.
staring at the blinking cursor.
i have no idea where to begin.
i hear the birds. through these old windows, i hear them.
this sabbath day, calling me out.
am i willing
to shut it all down again
and wait on the Word made flesh?
i guess, for now
while it’s quiet here
i can be found outside listening to the birds