Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Glories of a Rocking Chair

Mornings outside on the porch, sun pouring in.
The breeze that cools in the afternoon.
Into the night, rocking.

O’ the glories of a rocking chair.
How it glides and slides, relieving plagues of worry.
Strong arms that hold me in, a movement that keeps my heart still.
Rocking that distracts fear.
Rest it brings and peace it provides.

Sitting in a chair and rocking next to him.
Time seems to slow and slip by unannounced.
Defenses down, hearts open.


Lauren E. said...

i just LOVE this. even the motion of the words is like rocking. nice job, lovey...

JRenee said...

Thanks. You are so good for my soul.