Thinking and dreaming and having tea with Mary
In the briefly blooming rose of evening.
We sit together silently, night’s growing darkness cloaking us,
Warm about our shoulders.
Through the window we can see the sun’s glow cascade ecstatically over the top of Howell’s Grocery,
Pour itself over the edge of the earth into space;
A passing caress over the other side of the world
As she turns on her axis.
Mary’s hand touches mine,
The warmth of her tea cup still on her finger tips.
I sense her encouraging nod in the darkness.
She is with me.
Says the brush her of fingers,
Remember day when you forget.
I am always with you,
I will bring for you the moon,
Reminding you of the sun
The deepest glow of God
Present in your heart.
- Sky photos by Renee Bork