small, small wishes...

It’s past the midnight hour, way past,
and Dawn is slowly gliding across the sky.
An early bird sings, listens and sings again.
The bedroom is cool and dim.
Through the open window, the faint ,
wonderful scent of newly drenched earth
drifts in, each time a young breeze rustles the leaves outside.

Mother is deep in sleep, one hand tucked under her ear, the other stretched across,
Sisters, sleeping next to her, bent, the little curls that line their foreheads, matching the fluttering of the leaves outside.
Father is sleeping too, the respite before another day at work,
Brother, lost in dreams, his lanky frame, graceful in repose.
And I sitting here, writing this.
Oh Lord, let it always be like this,
a moment so perfect in its perfection,
The world is good and new and peaceful.
Bless my family and friends everywhere.