Sundays’ Window

On a Sunday morning
Of this winter’s day
A gaze outside the window
Of ingredients to pray

Just to let the soul
Find a space to drift
In day that’s birthed anew
With the light to lift

A gathering of deer
Look to welcome me
Drawing of the sense
Of community

Here the mourning doves
Found a place of rest
In our simple being
Just to feel so blessed

God beyond a window
No boundaries are found here
Taste of Your desire
Of heaven that You share