Evening Grace
Sitting down at the kitchen table,
A warm plate of freshly cooked
Food before me - pausing
To prepare to give thanks for the day,
I all of a sudden see that ease
Has crept in – all on its own –
And begun to find a home
In the body of my life,
Without me knowing it had arrived.
Breathing in, I feel
Tiny tendrils of peace
Twirling and opening out,
Taking root, in the new found
Space in my day - in my heart -
Spreading warm comfort
Throughout - and - into my core,
Bringing with it ripples
Of expanding quiet joy
As I breathe out.
Feeling already full, bowing my head
I take hold of the loving hand
Reaching out for mine,
In silent gratitude, I welcome
This easy peace, and my Self, home.
Copyright © Krista Kurth | Year Posted 2009
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