The Muse of an Afternoon

"What," he mutters absently, "Is the meaning of it all?"
I have a thousand thoughts of meaning and living today: love, that living feeling that comes when you've worked hard all day and smell like a cow and know that you are real, smiles, that optimistic unthinking hopeful joy you see in the eyes of small children, laughter, silence with the Bible in my lap almost hearing God, knowing He's there, courage, Papa's hand on my knee as he prays for me, breathing, the breathtaking awe and joy and wonder when Amy tells me she loves me, confusion, watching helplessly as friends fall apart, anger, a single glance at my true self. So much life inside such a small frail frame; I am happy, whelmed and overwhelmed, confused but calm, afraid, but so content on this Friday afternoon, assured that life will never, lose these its glances of meaning, this convaluted yet simple patchwork of beauty.
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