his voice, deep joy

19 . February . 2012

snuggled in this peaceful bed
beneath the down-warmth,
listening to vanier teach me about
Jesus, about oppression,
about freedom

i begin to hear
nathan’s newly-lower voice
drifting upstairs

he’s describing a historical scenario
btwn the french and russians
with humor and irony

and it is a special pleasure to
listen to him

thank you, Lord,
for this morning.

Your morning.

for the sunlight,
a Savior,
the ocean nearby,
the gospel of John,

for babies born in the night,
(hopefully. congrats!)

warm hospitality of generous friends,
for my twelve year old.

ps – and for the coffee i
just began to smell.

sayonara, cozy bed.

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