Linda J. Hawkins

October Evening—

Dinner is cleared,

No one is waiting,

Nothing pressing to address.

So I light a scented candle,

Set the kettle to boil,

Turn on the tunes of days gone by.

Finding his favorites,

Earl Grey or Southern Sweet Iced Tea,

Sweets & treats made fresh from the morning.

It’s only the gift of time,

A few moments shared,

With the love of my life.

We will forever remember,

And ever treasure,

In this crisp, cool evening.

...

With both hands I grasp a teacup,

Warm and familiar feeling,

The scent I breathe in deep.

The house is still and silent,

Only He, the tea and I,

Before the sun arises, it is our time.

In adoration, I dedicate the day,

To ask with prayer and waiting,

“Together, what have we to do?”

Honorable men set goals for life,

Plans for the future,

To name and declare a thing.

But the highest goals & dreams I’ve found,

Reside here in...