Then I watched my children laughing and playing in the creek as a stranger might:
the glory of their beauty,
the strength of their young voices marveling at what they saw
and wondering at the cascade of water on rocks,
the buzz and trill of cicadas and crickets filling our ears with songs.
Then they talked to one another as the sun burned the backs of our necks
and we felt the soles of our feet on God’s miracle earth.
And even though it was just a Monday morning and we were just us,
there was the magnificence of creation
and our learning, growing, struggling selves in it.
Spirit hovering over the water, His own presence as real with us
as the wind rustling the brown leaves just overhead.
featured photo by Neil E. Das