Husband Reads Holiness

Tired eyes, fading-day sounds,
            nestle down.
I hear his voice
           Quiet–steady
                       Beautiful-strong.
....a cozy calm

Trickling in,
             Washing mind
                         Wooing heart
                                    Weaving soul
into Scripture song.

Flowing now,
            Seeping down
                       Tasting meaning in Truth spoken,
                                       Sweetly feeding
From His palm on unsung psalm.

Soaking through,
            Sounds have bathed,
                                      unbound
                                              .....into cozy calm
with spirit balm

as husband reads holiness.