shooting stars

Grateful words a spilling over…the bird song in early morning, the candle light at night, joyful face when my grandson looks at me, new car smell and bread! oh, and books…old books and new books.. and music….cello strings i listen for…and feel like it is my heart strings…deep, mellow and responding to the pressure of the bow across the taut strings…the release of a song after the stress of the tuning….tuning my heart and mind to eucharisteo.
By: kari jane smith