In morning light

In morning light she stood.

She had been there a while, rising in the dark to see the sun begin the day. Her thoughts had been of bread to knead, and floors to sweep,
and Joseph.

 Closing her eyes, she swayed into the memory...
Joseph coming and talking long with her father. His hands rough and strong, his eyes somber then. She had never seen them like that: dark, intense. In fact it was his eyes she knew best, his eyes that laughed, that sparkled in merriment, his eyes that strayed to children at play as he worked. She could not hear the words, just the voices of her father and Joseph. And then her father nodded and Joseph had turned ~ and she had caught her breath as Joseph caught her eyes.
The agreement made, they were espoused. She still trembled at the thought. And soon ...
Now he took every free moment to build their home so he could take her home to be  ~ his wife. Even in her thoughts she whispered the word . . . wife!

Gazing out the window to see the sun rise, she hugged her shawl tightly around her shoulders, while delighting and shivering in the chill of her feet bare against the night-chilled floor. She missed the sun, for standing there looking out into the last wisps of darkness, behind her the room had bloomed in light. Startled, she turned . . .

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  1. Lauren W.December 15, 2010 at 9:43 AM

    What a beautiful picture you painted!!!!
    I LOVE the whole blue colored section!
    "It was his eyes she new best" ...... brilliant!
    I love how you can truly see the character of Joseph though Mary's description of his eyes!

    I am extremely impressed!!!!! :)
    Fabulous blog posting!

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