Because the Titmouse Sang to Me

Here’s a wonderful poem by my dear friend, Alicia.

prayers of my heart, a collection of articles and writings by C. Alicia Randolph

Again the moment has arrived

When the afternoon light appears

Illuminating the golds of leaves 

Still clinging to the branches

Determined not to leave just yet

They shimmer on the breeze 

An attempt to cover the spaces

Where fallen leaves

Have left holes

For me to peer into 

The depth of the woods

And catch a glimpse of places 

Where soon 

Winter secrets will be revealed

For just that moment

I gaze and in the minute space

Of a breath

There is a hint of the longing of my heart

There is a hint of peace

Blessed 

Redemptive

Hope filed peace

The tasks at hand can wait

The paper can remain unfinished

The sermon will rest 

It is peace that I need

Maybe it is peace you need

I know that it is peace 

That the world needs

This moment will not…

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