Joy Arrives With the Dawn
I sit on the couch facing the sliding glass doors to savor the sights and sounds of God’s creatures who share my small patch of Eden.
I sit on the couch facing the sliding glass doors to savor the sights and sounds of God’s creatures who share my small patch of Eden.
It’s a privilege to share this poem with y’all in this last week of April, National Poetry Month.
I couldn’t point to any particular experience that would cause such a traumatic response to being in a confined, dark space.