August 8, 2005
7:45PM
It’s in the little
moments of faithfulness:
Folding laundry, sweeping porches,
washing dishes,
when another soul who lives in hell
might happen upon the
window above my sink;
portal to my corner of the world…
The westering sun painted
puffs of clouds orange
against a rosy haze;
evening drew near in twilight’s wake.
Carrying the garbage
to the dumpster,
I looked up to the sky
and smiled.
I realized I live in Paradise…
And she may not now have eyes to see,
but if I am faithful in these little things,
perhaps someday she will see
that everyday living can be
the work of Heaven.
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