Window Seat

I perch upon a window seat
much like a cat would
sunning herself.
Newly birthed light spreads
it's fingers across my lawn
and reaches through to caress my face.
I close my eyes and breath in deeply.
Quietly I'm at peace
with my God at my side,
all around, and before me.
Camaraderie and gratitude
fill the space where God and I sit
perched upon a window seat.