Ordinary Encounters of Awe

The toilet paper was not stocked,

I stare at an empty shelf.

The way the morning sun caught my pens,

they sparkled.

Sitting in a pew in a not overly full church,

a peace settles in.

Three young saints gaze back at me,

I shift my weight and wonder.

Watering the flowers they devour the relief,

it seems refreshment comes in being remembered.

The sweetness of fresh fruit,

my taste buds are awakened.

Little feet in light-flashing shoes brighten up a space,

they catch my eyes and I smile.

A couple strolls down the street hand in hand,

love is strong.

Stopped at a red light,

forced reality check.

An unexpected country road,

winding its way through August beauty.

Bright dark brown eyes,

gazing at me with curiosity.

A leaping deer,

raises my eyes and my heart.

The giggles which come from deep inside,

the ones which can not be controlled.

The words of a prayer spoken to the heart,

finding words I can not find on my own.

Gentle cool morning air,

whispering in refreshment.

Friendship as a constant,

stability in the storms of life.

Someone paused in prayer,

an awareness of sacred silence.

A cup of instant coffee,

remembering someone dear.

Words of a song fill my ear,

carrying me with the melody.

Ordinary encounters in the day,

awe-filled moments of God.

Photo Credit: Suzanne Rushton