HEAT

It's a hot lazy day,

The sun beating down on the mountains

Emphatically,

Marking the intensity of summer.

Mid-morning the dogs are stretched out napping,

Energy spent from the heat,

And in a pine tree's shade,

Four deer quietly rest.

Years ago,

I would interpret the silence of such

A hot lazy day for

Nothingness,

A haze through which I wanted to break forth

And act and run and achieve,   but now

In God's fullness of time,

Silence brings peace,   and sometimes

Restoration.