“Listen! Every one who is thirsty, come to the waters. And you who have no money, come, buy and eat. Come, buy wine and milk without money and without price. Why do you spend money for what is not bread? Why spend your pay for what you do not enjoy? Listen well to Me, and eat what is good. Find joy in the best food. Listen and come to Me.” (Isaiah 55:1-3a)

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Morning Song

The day is fresh and new.
Rose scent fills the air,
The house ticks like an old clock shop.

I sit by the window,
Sipping tea,
Absorbing the quietness,
Listening to robins hunting worms
In the yard.

When was my heart last still?
When was my mind last able to see the world?
When was my body last rested?

I release the breath I’ve been holding for days,
I drop my hands to my sides.
I hear the words,
“Come to me, weary one,”
Ready now, I come.

Ginger Kauffman, 2011