The 6am view from the bedroom, leads my eyes to quiet graves by sunrise.
Frantic thoughts and heart and panic attacks.
Rest my soul, my spirit, my mind, my heart, my life.
Let go of results, success, achievement, fame.
Be still with the spreading of WAX, punching in data, the baking of cookies.
Take note of my daughter's morning kiss, my husband's sacrifice, the doctor's empathy, the sunshine and my father's perfume gift.
Embrace the red rhinestones, the wrapping of gifts, the joy of treasures found.
TRUST More, Let Go More.
Silently embrace the day with the stillness of the tombstones.