Gentle Quiet

Gentle quiet is the only phrase I can come up with to describe the moment. Melanie asleep on the sofa, wrapped up in an old familiar quilt. Mei-Ling in her crib, weary from a morning of play and a long bath time. John Michael Talbot singing in the background. Soft music, that speaks of God's love. It is the kind that makes the mood feel meditative. An apple cinnamon candle scents the room, mixing with the smell of bread baking and potatoes boiling on the stove. Hopefully the smell of eggs boiling will get lost in the mix of good smells. Deviled eggs will be ready for Melanie to take home with her tonight. Its one of her favorites. Yesterday when my cradle came, she cried. It was bad timing. There is such fresh pain. My heart aches for her and her little family. Loss is never understood, just accepted in some way that we try to make sense of.
I sit here wondering what else I can make for her, to show my love in a tangible way, a nurturing way. Yes, I am caring for her, tending to her needs but I am from the old school, the one that says favorite foods sooth the soul.
I hear little baby sounds coming from the other room. Time for me to peek in and grab up that bundle of joy that has skin so soft and kisses a plenty.

The Simple Joys

They miss so much who do not know

The simple joys of long ago.

The quiet hour, the easy pace,

A path to walk, a day to face.

A small white flower, a bird that sings,

The Happiness in the little things.

The patience for a task, well done,

The gift of rest at set of sun.

The thankful heart, the lift of care,

A friend nearby, a time of prayer.

How much they miss who do not know

The simple joys found long ago.

~Amy Perrin~