dreaming of morning twilight mysteries
these swaying trees go to work standing strong
continuing the cycle of growing, even if less than an inch a day
outside my window I watch
distracted by the spirit of curious four legged friends

Powerful memories of whimsical smiles
of sly joking jabs
in mountains and valleys
on trains and buses
bustling across destinations and arrivals

slow home cooked conversations of meals
and the pause before eating
all leave me in wonder
that the presence of God could ever have a doubt

What is worth fighting for:
back scratches and after work hugs
small notes found in cupboards and on mirrors
the playful holding hands and fingers

the truth that forever lingers