As I was cleaning today, I an across a stack of old papers kept through the years in a basket. I thought, "I'm going to clear that out today." Here's something interesting ... I found something my ex-husband, Bryan, wrote 10 years ago. No kidding. So, since there are no accidents, I will share that with you, now, 10 years later. I think it is timely and pertinent to other blog posts this weekend. As it is said, there are no accidents.
Good comfort for a Sunday afternoon and, really, anytime.
The Sun its Place in Our Heart's Fixed
Through the window rippled rain Over the hills of spotted clouds Though alone in the dark expanse of space When we close our hands in prayer The sun its place in our heart's fixed.
Night comprised of doubt and dark Storms of billowing clouds and wind The sea calms yet beneath the waves When we close our hands to pray The sun its place in our heart's fixed.
Candles flicker with the heartbeats of saints Echoed whispers beseech One who is great Though glass be made to stain the light The simple act reveals the right When we close our hands to pray The sun its place in our heart's fixed.