Salvation rests in the little things:
a cup, a cloud, a kiss, morning’s gift.
Mist lifting from the grateful earth,
life birthing on the beckoning streets.
A hand, a heart, a mind. Entwined.
Steam rising from the kettle, unburdened
by thought. The laughter of voices, sounds
mingled in sport. Each day carries some
gold, threading this world with uplift.
There you stand: crowned by light,
blazing bright.
Alexis
Love Life 