Even though

I am able this morning to pay attention to the small things.  I am able to name the wellness, come to terms with the way things are, see where God is alive among them.  All is well with my soul.

Even though it is Lent,

All is well with my soul.

The sun shines,

Glistens off the snow.

Rabbits live

Under the bushes

In front.

Even though it is Saturday,

The lady in red

Does not take a vacation.

She also spreads corn

For the ducks

On weekends.

The family sleeps;

They breathe warm in their beds.

Even though it is still

February,

I am warm with coffee

In my favorite earthen mug.

My thumbs find the place

The handle broke off,

Rough where all

Used to be smooth.

Even though the handle

Is no longer present,

I remember it

In its absence.

It is Lent and Saturday,

February;

Sunny and snowy and warm.

The family sleeps safe upstairs.

Rabbits and ducks live near.

My thumbs find the rough place

On my favorite cup.

All is well

With my soul.