Own Little World

Sitting across this table,

From you.

The light shines in as we eat our breakfast.

With birds chirping in the distance and the morning dew,

I can’t help but stop eating and stare at you.

In your own little world, eating your cereal, not paying any mind to me or mine…

But

What I find to be fascinating about you, is your spirit to find.

Every morning, pray

Speaking to God in a way, I can’t explain.

A conversation so real, something that one would feel,

And I feel you continue this conversation throughout your day,

You meditate so well,

So lost in your own little world…

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