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.