The Moment Was Sweet (#SmallWonder link-up)

The boy called 
for his brother
in the dark 
hallway as I 
sat reading 
in bed by a 
quiet, yellow 
light.  Following 
my voice, 
he arrived
and fell 
into bed 
and sleep
like some ripe 
fruit falling 
from the tree. 

The light 
was golden, 
as was the boy’s 
flaxen head 
and the moment 
was sweet 
and so full,
as though he 
was the first
child ever 
and we 
the first parents 
in delight.  

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Welcome to the #SmallWonder link-up.

What if we chose to deliberately look for the small moments of wonder, the small sparks of presence, of delight or sorrow, of true humanity in which we meet God? 

That's my proposal - that we might gather here each week to share one moment of Wonder from each of our days. 

You're invited to link-up a brief post of about five hundred words or less about a small moment of wonder.  Don't worry if your post is too long, too short, or not just right - you're welcome to come as you are.  

While you're here, please do take a look around and encourage at least one other blogger with a comment. 


  1. Isn't love like that? so magical sometimes, it feels like the first time and the only all wrapped up in one? So sweet. Enjoy your miracle.

  2. I am struck, too, at how much more God delights when we come to Him as such, too. The pleasure and wonder he takes in his stolen moments with us just amazes me.

    1. And even our rest and all-out exhaustion are welcome. Thanks Beth.

  3. Thank you for hosting. Your words are lovely.

  4. Those are some of the very sweetest moments in parenting. I loved reading your words & remembering my own moments :)

  5. Kelly, that small wonder moment was such a gift. I am blessed seeing it through your eyes.

  6. As though the first... Would that we could see much of life this way! Beautiful, Kelly. Thank you.

    1. Maybe that's what's meant by "eyes to see." Thanks for being here, Lisa.

  7. Kelly,
    Oh, that image of ripe fruit falling with your son's head falling to precious :-)

  8. Your poetry, friend, is something akin to sitting my heart in a rocking chair. Love this.