CLOCKWORK

I woke up at 4 as usual but managed to doze off until 6.  This happens every morning just like clockwork.

I make my coffee and toast and sit in the living room and watch the morning unfold before my eyes just like clockwork.

I have to laugh at the cats that live one on each side of the road.
Every morning the black and white one crosses over to the other side
while the gray one comes over to our side.  They meet in the middle but
ignore each other as they go quickly on their way.

Carol arrives in her big white car to walk with Colleen her daughter,  and her two dogs.
They also are early birds who do not sleep in.

Then the paper girl arrives in her little black car.
She has two over coats on as it is cold in the morning.
She keeps very cheerful even though it is a hard job.
She walks slow and looks old but I do not know exactly what her age may be.

The man from down the street walks by on the way to the bus.
He is carrying his brief case dressed in his suit and tie.

Then a big van drives by to pick up the East Indian grandfather
who is off to work on the farm for the day.  He used to own a farm
and still carries on working.  The big van is full of other men.

More cars start up and people leave for work.

The street really comes alive as the kids climb into cars
to be driven to school. Noisy and excited.  This is normal now in this day and age
to be driven.  Mom and dad are off to work too.

Our life is so different but also has its own pattern or clockwork.

I love the freshness of the morning air
and with each breath I pray for family and friends.

"Prayer is nothing else than being on terms of friendship with God."  -St Theresa of Avila

Without prayer my life would be empty and full of shadows.