My Textured Day

My Textured Day

 Floors creak.

Young voices chatter.

Wild-blonde hair frames a girlish face.

PJ clad boy and girl send Matchbox cars skidding.

We fuel our bodies.

Prepare for launch.

Take-off!

Shoes lace.

Gravel crunches.

Bare branches reach towards the sky.

Stream gurgles.

Body finds rhythm.

Red chair beckons.

Come sit with Me.

Feel my presence.

Allow Me to fill your cup.

Music soars.

Color.

Texture.

Movement.

God and I.

We create joy!

Remember to refuel.

Gather for the family.

Wash away dirt.

Prepare the nest.

Day’s contents spill to the floor.

Celebrate hard work.

Practice new skills.

Guide with patience.

Encourage perseverance.

Fingers knead pages.

Lips whisper words.

Tired little bodies rest.

Basketballs dribble.

Markers draw houses.

Hands prepare sustenance.

Eyes turn towards dusk.

Gather around Light.

Give Thanks.

Facilitate stories.

A circle is drawn.

Clean-up crumbs.

Pack nourishment for tomorrow.

Share laughter.

Be present.

Wash half-grown feet.

Wrap in warmth.

Read comfort.

Murmur prayers.

He and I.

We sigh.

Flames flicker.

Souls connect.

Breathe contentment.

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