I open my eyes
and meet Him
in all things today
in sleepy eyes
in the howling wind
in the pulling up of weeds
in the unravelling of a new project
in the gathering of foliage for a birthday surprise
in the glow of afternoon light against the wallpaper
in the quietness of the laundry
in the rising steam of a cake just baked
in the grass-view of our growing garden
in the light stretched at dusk