Shadows Calling A

Leaking through the worn, gray boards, like a trickle from a dream. Where gentle thoughts raised prayers through the loft, tiers spilled out tears, remembering the quiet moments before. Yesterday, when the silence was broken by gentle moos and squealing pigs, squawking hens beating away the cats from her nibbling brood of dibs. Remembering the truth of a summer quivering, the trembling of rain falling on a tin roof, lulling away the afternoon beneath the tender song, breathless as daybreak and just as whimsical. It was here, beyond the barn’s yawning doors, that my heart learned to appreciate the simple things. The still, cool pulse of twilight, the discreet brush of hope – soundless as light, pouring out over the soul who knows that God’s breath flows in through those moments, those charming moments, when the heart hears only the sound of His music, softly echoing through the beautiful.