Chamomile tea, steeped in warm oatmilk. A dash of vanilla extract and honey.
Sunshine on my desk. And sunshine on my arms.
Beyond my window, the wintering lavender and birch trees move with the wind.
I want to steep. Like the chamomile.
I want shine. Like the sun.
I want to move. Like the lavender and birches.
And so I say,
Let it be. Let it be.
May it always be so.
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8 thoughts on “An Afternoon Prayer”
This was like a warm blanket on a cold day. Loved it.
Aw, that’s perfect, Betty. I’m so glad. xo
Thanks for your lovely note today.
I’m glad you enjoyed it!
So lovely, Michelle. Just what I needed today. xo
Oh I’m glad, Grace! And thank you. xo