I take and eat from the tree of life. I can hear the north winds, the Euphrates behind me, the little boys at play in the warm of summer’s yard. A perfect beginning for a seventh day morning–that is until silence breaks me from genesis.
The work week extends to a schoolhouse work day.
God said it was not good for man to be alone. Surrounded by creatures without a companion. I think about this on these days, these days, these days when the waters spring forth from the deep.
Do I understand?
Do I need to?
The Son whispers, “Do you love me?”
My spirit answers, “Yes, Lord, you know I love you.”
I take a deep breath.
The man returns soon for the midday meal–I breathe yet again and I know I am known.
The golden peaches brightening in the west.