Every now and then

Every now and then,
when the world sits just right,
a gentle breath of heaven
fills my soul with delight,
and I sigh ~
as sun brings its morning,
its gift of warmth to chase the chill,
from the crook of night's arms
arising o'er that far hill,
and I know ~
heaven smiles,
and I smile, too,
though life can be hard
while dreams are few ~
yet, every now and then,
when this world sits just right,
a gentle breath of heaven
fills my soul with delight,
and I see ~
the turning of a leaf
dancing in an autumn sun,
and brilliant shades of crimson
glowing when a day is done,
and I sigh ~
when a rose stands alone,
thriving where no others thrive,
a rare bouquet of one
still strong, still alive,
and I know ~
even in shadows
heaven catches, unaware,
those blinded by visions
of hatred and despair,
and I see ~
a promise of tomorrow
in that wind around the bend,
as it carries a dream of hope
with no hate or pain to tend,
and I pray ~
when every now and then,
this world sits just right,
as a gentle breath of heaven
fills my soul with delight,
and I smile...
~ Hazelmarie Elliott (Mattie), A Breath of Heaven
~ Image by Mevludin Sejmenovic

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