a moment

First night of spring

first april night that is still and warm

moisture lingers in the air but doesn’t stick to your skin

the moon hangs full and glorious in the dark sky

its amazing how some nights it basically cries for your attention

it’s praise song is loud and you would have to try not to turn your face

the default for every neck is to crane upward

over the rim of your glasses

because this moon and this april night don’t always happen

it feels holy, it feels right

it feels like I cant go to bed yet

like the porch and the street and the moon are so much more important

like there is someone waiting for me outside

so I step out into the air and wrap it around me

like the blanket that I don’t need tonight

I feel the light breeze on my face

and sense it settle on my living body

every now and then its just strong enough to touch my skin through my hoodie

maybe the song is so loud tonight because the earth is so quiet.

How many homes on this street and I don’t hear a word

just a leaf move across the pavement

and a cat’s bell jingle with it’s trot

and the hum of traffic out of sight

Still and quiet and I just listen

“Instead, listen to me

eat what is good.”

I hear him whisper

its like a soft “shh” is coming from his lips

but not quieting me so he can say something really

almost because he is listening too

listening to my quiet

beating

heart

and listening to his world with me

sharing a golden moment of knowing

how can you write a moment of being known?

it looked like sitting on the porch, in the warm air

and calm breeze of an april spring night

looking out onto the quiet street in lititz

and listening to each other not speak

it didn’t look like anything

but it was everything to me

one tear filled my eye and then dropped out

and rolled its way down my cheek

because I knew you were there

listening to me not know what to say

or what to hear

just reminding my soul that your works are wonderful

and then wondering together