“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
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. . .