at this moment

I hear the sounds of the prayer call above the sounds of the road noise and through the closed windows coming from my left. I hear Parker rummaging for something in the kitchen to my right. I smell the burnt toast from Parker's last night adventures. My feet feel cold from the tile and my lap is warm from the computer. Down the stairwell trickles the sounds of a cartoon. The prayer has stopped, and even though I have no idea what has been said through the song and even though it is not a prayer of my own...I feel blessed that it was able to cut through all of the other sounds and remind me of devotion and love.

Music is such a powerful thing.