Honor seems like a special word
But honor shows up in my house
When kids say thank you,
When we lovers call midday
To eat lunch together,
Setting aside a moment to revere.
This morning I look up at clear sky,
Clouded only a moment ago—
I feel glory in color of red leaf,
Sun catching birch tree unaware.
The mutual God glory of love felt and seen,
This post is Day 19 of 31 Days of Poetry.
What does honor mean to you?