My Exhilaration

My Exhilaration

a poem by Chris

 

 

The way the note squeezes from my hands

Pulling tension,  sliding down the strings.

Tactile feel of the rosewood fingerboard

And every tone in its place.

 

The entrusting of a child’s development.

The way my son’s smile seems to take up his whole  face.

His focus and concentration of new material learned

And every bone in his body is silly beyond reason.

 

The deep, rich blue of my wife’s eyes.

The sexy way her mind works.

Michelle’s  carved out niche  in a man’s workplace.

Her gentle words spoken to a rambunctious son.

 

The smell of the ocean at Point Loma

And the rhythmic  lapping of water on the shore.

How the still, calm sound of my reel  winds  at Deerfield

And the purity of the season’s first snowfall.

 

Precious time spent getting to know Jesus.

Combing the Book for God’s promises.

Watching the changes in me

And feeling the joy of a Saviour who loves me.

Reviews

[Daytonight]

I love that you find the way her mind works sexy. Great work! Keep on penning.

[Sleepless]

love it !!!:)

[~Blue Fantasy~]

Very good. Sounds like you are having an awesome day with your family, enjoying time with them and your Saviour. We all need to do this, slow down and just enjoy every moment we have with each other. Very good write Chris.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Cool.