Sitting across this table,
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…
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…