GLISTEN
As I cross my morning and evening bridge,
on my way to and from work - sometimes
that water to my right - on my way out -
and that same water to my left - on my way home - it glistens, it gleams, it screams with liquid light - shaking and shaking - watery
fabric - and that scene becomes my morning prayer: “Lord, let this day be a day of glisten - that I may see you in the eyes of those with whom I'll meet and work! And I know Lord,
on the way home after a long day - a day
I didn’t glisten like I’d love to. Work
sometimes is too tough - too rough, too much. But - but, but, Lord, I still have 5 minutes
to glisten again, before I drive up our
driveway and open up our door and
announce to my glistening one, "Honey,
I’m home! Hello! Hi! Missed you."
and that same water to my left - on my way home - it glistens, it gleams, it screams with liquid light - shaking and shaking - watery
fabric - and that scene becomes my morning prayer: “Lord, let this day be a day of glisten - that I may see you in the eyes of those with whom I'll meet and work! And I know Lord,
on the way home after a long day - a day
I didn’t glisten like I’d love to. Work
sometimes is too tough - too rough, too much. But - but, but, Lord, I still have 5 minutes
to glisten again, before I drive up our
driveway and open up our door and
announce to my glistening one, "Honey,
I’m home! Hello! Hi! Missed you."
© Andy Costello, Reflections,
2015
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