He Is There

In the clatter of breakfast making,

He Is There.

In the cleaning waters running down my back,

He Is There.

In the morsels of food, breaking my fast,

He Is There.

 

Every waking moment, every sleeping one,

He Is There.

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.