A Moment

Someday I will go back to Rome

And I will get up early and walk slowly through the streets

Before I sit down at a café with a book.

Someday I will go back to the mountains

And I will breathe deeply of the freshness in the air

Before I ascend a peak to take in the view.

Someday I will go back to the ocean

And I will let the tide wash over my toes

Before I begin collecting seashells to show my mother.

But today, I will take a moment

To look out over the plains, and be glad I am here.

 

The writing of today’s post was interrupted by a loss in the author’s family.

 

From under a bell tower recently damaged by wind and hail, I offer prayers for the family, and ask you to do the same. In the midst of gratitude for what was not lost in the storm, I ask for grace for all those who are grieving. From this place of quiet and unassuming beauty, I will take a moment to quiet my soul and be glad I am here.