one. a.m. story time

lamp-lit porch on a warm night.

stories illuminate the Great Story. 

a grandfather palm tree stands

stoic across the street. alone. 

together, wide-eyed children delight 

to know more of Him, whom they love.

cradled by the night, i 

surrender my head

to the back of my chair,

cup of hot chocolate in hand.

light from the street lamp washes

the dirt from my face.

listening peacefully to my friend,  i 

forget altogether that i 

have been sad.