Perhaps it is fitting, after days of preparation, cooking, cleaning, traveling, gathering, shopping for bargains, and in my state, as in the world, more killing, that the whisper would come early. To pause and see the sun shining on the snow and ice, the geese migrating, clouds racing across the sky, and the eyes of a little fur angel asking ‘maybe today we can get out? Maybe?’ To simply hold all and like Hafiz…. let our hearts know the candle within.

Keeping Watch