Is there any wonder
Would want to pen the words of a poem,
Or stroke the pigment of a portrait,
Or glide graceful to the triune beat of the waltz,
If on a regular weekday, timecards punched and dinner waiting,
A woman like me, or a man like you,
Could walk out the door,
Look up,
And find Heaven hovering over her backyard?
Great poem
Love the poem, Charity. (And the pictures!) The tie-in to the 3-count waltz is very cool. 🙂
“Triune beat of the waltz.”
This makes me smile, and the next time I hear a waltz, I’ll be thinking of Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
What a sweet gift you’ve given.