With Her Head on My Shoulder

While I am trying to get control of the fact that God is all around me, providing for all the times of simplicity in which I miss Him, I was hit very hard last night with an appreciation of the silent times where I get to hold my wife. We sat together, reading and resting, in our big easy chair by our front window. I just listened...

WITH HER HEAD ON MY SHOULDER:

Splitting the living air, this silence that grows;
The rumbled breath of the plow through the snow,
The rustling breeze of the cars and their beams,
The name of the Lord on your lips as you sleep.

Speak out of the space that surrounds my time,
As salvation and righteousness mingle inside,
The movements of spirit are grounded in place,
Those high and holy and those low and base.