BREAKFAST ON THE PATIO

(two in their 70’s)

A squirrel hopped along the fence, a few

birds called, and far away they heard the hum

of highways. If a person wished to come

to paradise, a place where peace blew

softly through all things, their patio

would be the place to find. Even the sound

of cars was sweet, as if their yard was crowned

with quietness, and any sound would flow

as gently as a summer  breeze.

They loved their tea and toast, and morning birds

made music that streamed out like words

of friendliness,  the kind that lifts and frees.  

"The Patio", watercolor by Kay Smith

We had a satisfying silent worship at the Quaker Meeting this morning, followed by a get-together at Edie and Chris's seaside club to welcome a new member to the Meeting. It was a far cooler afternoon than yesterday, and the breeze across the deck as we ate lunch and talked was refreshing. We had a chance to have heartfelt chats with several folks, and it was just nice to be there with such good (and mostly new) friends.