A glance to the right takes in the snapshot,

Of a soul distracted by the opportunity,

To dive off course,

Down the alleyway,

Exploring the path exposed in a small window,

Off the street,

Of my mind.

Now, head turned, should the rest of me follow?

We travel with them not so frequently,

But those days are replete with meaning.

Thoughts of God,

Of grace filled moments,

At a meal together,

Praying,

The silly banter,

And the Silence,

All pours love and grace into the journey.

Our pilgrimage endures all things.

The Christmas House,

Readily awaiting the removal of problems accumulated,

Now appears to be under repair,

I cannot tell if they are rebuilding,

Or restoring,

Me to a new glory.

One where I may be closer to Him after winter is done.