The Knowing

Morning light shifts to afternoon,
golden glow turned to starker white

Books are strewn around the couch,
journals open with words scrawled along the pages

Hearts are both healing and aching,
what we know takes deeper root

Colors highlight the words that jumped off pages,
proof that we are listening, learning, growing

Tears threaten to make their way down,
a stream of knowing moisture –
a  waterfall of feelings and things known deeply

Here I learn the language of thankfulness
Here I am reminded to name the things around me that are good
Here I understand how the hand of a friend is the touch of our Maker
Here I am knowingly undone
Here I come to know and love Him more and more