Everything is holy! everybody’s holy! everywhere is holy! -Allen Ginsberg
Holy is the cold winter morning, the soft white sweater, holding pen to paper, strong hot coffee!
Holy is the unplayed piano, the walls covered with homemade drawings, the burning firewood, the spinning jazz record!
The pillow fort is holy! The open picture books lying high and low, the strewn train tracks! Even the single forgotten puzzle piece is holy!
Holy is the chocolate and popcorn, the pajamas, the snuggling! Holy the kisses through masks!
The undelivered mail is holy! The fingerprints on the fridge door, the plant that nearly died, the birds at the feeder, the snow covered cottonwood!
Holy the late night dinners, the almost perfected fish soup, the glass full of beer, the countless Netflix shows!
Holy is the good night, the resting, the quiet, the dreaming, the dark wintry sky, the moonlight shining in through the bedroom window!
djvichos 
Beautiful. “Holy is the cold winter morning, the soft white sweater, holding pen to paper, strong hot coffee!” So evocative and true.
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So much to love about this. Makes me want to sing the hymn Holy, Holy, Holy and add these verses. Especially pillow fort and birds at the feeder. Thanks to Elisabeth Ellington’s Shout out post.
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Thank you for reading! I was so honored to have a shout out from Elisabeth. I’m humbled. I learn so much about writing from reading the posts on the Slice of Life.
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