Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Sunday



...small hands to hold, sweet feet swinging, candies from the wise, covert smiles, the inevitable droning, ties and pleated pants, songs that open heart wells, enticing lazy kitchen smells, long talks on porches, white buttons, antsy boys, glittery girls, whispering teens, conservatives and liberals, the indifferent, the seemingly indifferent...

those who have come to love and be loved...

those who have come to judge, hoping they will not be judged...

those who find church inside them.

9 comments:

Michael Rowland said...

Keep the heart Awake to Love and Beauty! and sometimes 'Tis well to be bereft of promis'd good, That we may lift the soul,and contemplate,,,

texwisgirl said...

oh, i loved this... poetic and poignant and perfect...

Nancy @ A Rural Journal said...

Love the black and white -- this is a wonderful photo of your family. :) (It is your family, right?)

Linda said...

It is all those things; then Love shows up and leaves us speechless. That is what draws us to begin with, yes?

Dawn said...

Your black and white suits the words perfectly.
I like the last line best.
Church and I have been at a struggle for quite some time....

Marissa ♥ said...

I love the story your black and white photo tells...

Nostalgic & poetic & profound.

Good post, Allison.

Randy said...

No ties for me thank you. Lovely photo.

Trisha said...

You always know just how to say it Allison :) Beautiful shot!!

Pam said...

Amen, your words dance across the page with amazing grace.. my friend.

Simply lovely, Alli ;)
hugs,
Pam