Well - Being
Swathed in the languor of morning,
newly risen from out of my bed,
I am flanked by two faithful bassets,
each snug with my hand on its head.
My home wraps itself all around me,
shields me and mine from the storm.
It battles the tempest without,
while keeping me safe and all warm.
I study the view from my window.
Golden aspen leaves quake in the tree.
They skitter and skip down the driveway,
as if they were dancing for me.
As rain starts to splatter the window,
and runnels a path down the pane,
I can almost feel arms surround me,
as my Father shields me again.
How often I’ve welcomed His presence.
and felt His all-abiding love.
I know He is here right beside me,
not watching aloof from above.
“Dear Lord, how I cherish your presence,
take comfort in feeling you near.
I know that whenever I need you,
You’ll be waiting beside me, right here.
