Five Minute Friday. "Not a perfect post, not a profound post, just five minutes of focused writing... Throw caution to the wind and just write without worrying if it’s just right gather to share what five minutes buys... Just five minutes."
Bare. This word poses a challenge to me. Bare.
My eyes look up and I see a wall in the hall. It needs some color.
Cold arms on a day that turned out to be a lot cooler than the sunny skies alluded to.
Empty table, cleared counter. Crumb-free, devoid of work to be done.
Feet. Toes with chipping red polish, a bit grubby from frolicking out of doors. Small. Skinny. Like mine.
Bare. Known. Understood. Soul-naked before the eyes of my Creator. No excuses. No pretense. Seen and loved, despite.
Bare. Shimmery sunlight dances with browns and reds, fluffing a little head, like a breeze over the grass.