watching

The wood is beautiful to my sight.
the knots and cracks,
light and dark areas,
the texture that you can almost feel.

Golden and rich in colour and emotion.
It is reflecting something in me today.
A sense,
an ache,
it captures me somehow.

I am very overwhelmed and busy these days.
When I get this busy everything inside of me seems to hurt.
I often find myself stopping and watching,
flat on my back staring at a ceiling.

Not really thinking anything overly much,
just watching,
just waiting,
just breathing.

I love those moments.
I love to watch.
I love to watch and pray.

I will return now to my watching,
soaking in the wood above me,
waiting and watching.