I walked out the door into the misty morning.
A gentle breeze swirled around me.
Mourning doves sang their plaintive songs.
A deer made its stately way across my path.
...
My spirit walks down a forest path.
Silent footsteps fall in the misty morning.
The song of brilliant birds
Falls on my ears like cathedral music.
...
It had been a bad day:
traffic, too much to do, too little time
supper burned, kids crying, and husband grumbles.
I step outside, overwhelmed,
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A Walk In The Mist
I walked out the door into the misty morning.
A gentle breeze swirled around me.
Mourning doves sang their plaintive songs.
A deer made its stately way across my path.
Autumn leaves crackled underfoot.
My Spirit whispered within me, “home”.