Summer’s Invitation

pause.

pause on purpose.

transformation needs all the time in the world as it depends upon the moments —

slivers speckled between life’s rhythms that crave top billing and unquestioned energy;

slivers often steamrolled by the flurry, the pressed, the urgent;

slivers stymied by “boring!”…”really?”…”well?”…

slivers sized just so for mustard seeds and specks of yeast;

snatches that cradle much of life — or more — than my soul’s regular bulk;

glimpses that Grace never misses and tries to pry as wide as Grace can…as wide as I can stand;

purposed pauses…timely portals to priceless pearls.

so be it.