It’s in the quiet moments we find ourselves
In the gaps between the somethings
Peering through the puddles and the spoons

Sometimes what we find is not what we expect
Just little toddlers reaching and grabbing
So amazed at the world with its newness

An open spring of yearning
Spilling across the land
Over boulders and brushes and bridges
And often
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Looking for ways to connect
To something special
To anything novel
To fill
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It’s in the quiet moments we find ourselves
We are here together once again
Sitting across the table staring
How do you find yourself?

Of happy spirit ready to face anew
Of simple grace in knowing imperfection
Or
Of scathing discomfort reunited
Of unforgiven grief emboldened

It’s in the quiet moments we know ourselves
And understand our journey has not been an easy one
Sometimes we move backward