The Simplest Of Things...

there is a rare beauty in the simplest of things... the door knob tarnished, the book with the worn cover. the hallelujah shout of the snail, rain water standing in an old tire. the lampshade covered with dust, the iron sitting unattended. the child's toy left on the floor, the hand that always somehow fits. the old woman's heavy breathing, the coffee cup stained half empty. the cry of young lovers from a distant window. the dog's low growl at something unseen. the tattered remnants of the robin's nest, the broken eggshell clinging to grass. the old hymn sung by the man working his garden... the swing of the axe, the stacking of wood. the spider clinging to the outhouse wall, potatoes laid out in the cellar for winter. the grave solitary three days after the funeral. the cat cradled on the step while it rains. the laughter of a love long in journey. the cup of coffee shared with the transient stranger. the prayer of the child, and the room gone dark.... words spoken from the heart with hands and feet.