your humming just now,
your hand's touch earlier,
and how, when you were working
(around the corner, out of my sight)
the feel of your presence
was joy invoking - little warbles
jumping up inside, making me smile
(though you couldn't see me)
And the color of your presence
was like dark wood burning in a fire,
one side turning to coals
glowing that compelling white-orange,
sending its heat out like chocolate
I wasn't thinking of you in the old way -
this was something new -
the reflection of God walking
right here, so close to me -
in the very same house!
©Wendy Mulhern
January 2, 2021
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