small joys

“It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.”
Arthur Conan Doyle

“Joy is the infallible sign of the presence of God.”
― Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

(a fawn licks his lips as mom nibbles the grass / Julie Cook / 2015)

Sometimes it is the simplest and smallest moments which graciously offer abundant joy.

Lost in thought in the early morning hours,
sitting silently alone. . .or so it seemed. . .
Company arrives for breakfast. . .

Unbeknownst to my company, I sit out of sight, relishing in the gift of their presence.
In this snapshot of time, lives mix and mysteriously intertwine into one.
There is appreciation for the simple. . .
And happiness witnessed in the exuberance of youth.

Spirits lift and thanksgiving is offered to the Creator of all life. . .
both mine and theirs.
What appears as a random encounter is not missed by Omnipotence.
The crossing of paths is an offering of both tenderness and joy. . .
to one who is weary of body and spirit.

A silent and contented Amen is carried aloft in the morning light. . .