The warm rays are stolen from me
as the sun escapes behind the buildings
Behind me there is a buzz of conversation
and grinding coffee
I sit discerning all that the past year has brought me
So many memories, so many emotions
My heart is full as I see
the pattern of the Lord's faithfulness
I will rest
Knowing I have another year to enjoy the richness of his promises
(I know this probably doesn't follow any rules of poetry, and I'm okay with that)
This is lovely. I'm there.
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