Late afternoon has always been my favorite part of the day.
The explosion of early routine,
having surged into mid-morning chores
then escalating into early afternoon
duties and errands,
begins it's sweet decline
as the sun blazes its way further westward.
Suddenly I feel a settling within me;
a Quieting of my Soul.
Oftentimes this is
when I pray
or reflect on the day.
Sometimes I read, journal or knit.
Warmer days always find me on
the porch swing,
as though the shifting sunshine
This time of day is a time of anticipation for me.
for my loved ones to return to me.
As the sun continues its journey,
they are getting closer.
I hear their voices in my heart...
see their smiles in my soul.
I am waiting.
Like a weaned child rests against his mother,
My soul is like a weaned child within me."