THESE ARE GIFTS

I put my pen down and turned on my back to look at the heavens--there! in a long streak, a giant fell, pouring himself across a black desert sky; starry sacrifice for my grey eyes.

I wandered restlessly about the sleeping house, finally collapsing under a pool of moonlight that spilled from wide glass onto dusty floor. My fingers traced thoughts of a song on familiar strings.

Sun broke through clouds stronger than Jericho and snow spilled into rising water, splashing over my shoes to fall across the road, stretching her arms to reach the other side. When she touched, my ears feasted on the soulful chime. 

These are moments, these are gifts; when He delights, and my heart is not blind.