when I look inside my heart
I see meadows
and flowers
tall grass blowing in the breeze
clouds moving softly
to the motion of the angels
mountains in the distant
yet close enough to reach
laying on my back
You standing over me
blocking the sun from my eyes
allowing only the Son in my eyes
every heart different
every one unique
this is what I think about
when I’m sewing
when I picture Him
at the machine
me sitting inside Him
surrounded
by the One
Who taught me who I am