This is the day I found my purple gardening gloves.
Not all purple, mind you, but leather on the business side,
lost in the melee of home projects, outdoor-type,
stashed behind the paint cans and spackle,
under the eaves, out of the weather.
Irreplaceable, thank you.
“No honey, I can’t just wear your gloves, they’re extra large.
I want mine….they fit. Like a glove.”
This is also the day I found the black
peppercorns–16 ounce plastic container
from the Big Box store. (and why do we need all those
peppercorns? And how did such a vast sum go missing?)
Eyes alert for something else, I wasn’t even
looking for my gloves. Imagine the silent leap inside
as I laid eyes on what had been lost after all those days.
I leave my prayers in odd places, too.
Gathering dust in hidey-hole corners,
out of sight and out of mind.
Forget to remember where I’ve laid down
my heavy-laden heart, living with the loss
of unanswered thoughts until I go searching
for something else.
Then the Light strikes and the Spirit
tugs. I reach back in the cobwebs, out of the way
underneath all the noise. And I’m found instead by
Him, stretching out his hands with answers I
need to questions I never knew were there,
where He’s been waiting all along.