BENCHES

Sit with me here, there are many to choose from. On top of the hill- a slow day when legs are aching but the sun shines warm.

Near the playground where Isla and Finn play.

Twirling, sliding, pretending on the train: laughter

Halfway through the four mile route in the commons

Prayers: many prayers- spoken whispered, screamed: God only knows

On top of the sand dunes- arms around my sister, the sound of lapping waves

Sit with me here,there are many to choose from

Dreams begin- Prayers continue

My heart filled with grief over loss, God listens

My heart filled with joy, I have found love again

My heart filled with gratitude over births, God listens

My heart asks God to heal me- He listens still

Sit with me here: He says- there are many to choose from

The swinging backyard bench is an old and familiar friend

Early morning coffee

An iced cold beer and pbj after a long day of garden tending

Cocktails or wine with Ron

Sit with me here, there are many to chose from

Gazing at the blue sky juxtaposed against the leafy green

Admiring a shade garden so tenderly cared for

How each spring our little friends pop up to say:

”Hello again, spring has come and summer awaits”

Watching the foliage change through the seasons

How the copper leaves fall and toss along the stony path

How a blanket of snow transforms it into a magical place

Sit with me here, there are many to choose from.