Give us this day ...

[old_rocker]

As I write by the warm fire
and looking out at a beautiful sunny day
One which follows a rainy evening
Blue sky, windy and cold
gratitude washes over my soul.

Christmas music playing softly
chickadees nuthatches queing the feeder
outside my back window
time is overdue to walk with Him
whistling, I don my coat and grab my walking stick

Time for a walk in the woods
Smell the decaying leaves
and the crushed pine needles from the storm
and raise my thoughts and occasionally my voice
and ask Him to have paradise consume me ...