Good Monday Morning…for the Love of…

…everything  that is offered to us, a smorgasbord, from which we nibble and sip and indulge our every whim so that eventually we are satiated and there is not much left that we yearn for except what has always seemed to elude us –it may look like the old man or the old woman sitting quietly by the window gazing out at nothing, upon whom grace and inner peace have settled. You turn around briefly for another glance at what might have caught your eye and when you return for a second look there is only a child skipping carefree, out the door, heart in hand.