This is my life.
This is my life—
I’ve noticed myself thinking,
when I hold my love’s hand
as we are walking,
and when I see his face
still asleep in the morning
with the summer light shining in.
The same light I used to curse,
for arriving too early.
The summer light
says to be still
and that
there is still
time to rest.
This is the time to rest.
Grace, it gives me.
Grace!—It forgives me,
even though I questioned
its purpose,
its reason for shining.
This is my life,
I find myself thinking,
with the summer light glimmering,
as I am wondering
What is this feeling?
This nudge
ever prodding,
this yearn,
ever moving,
me to tears.
Gratitude.
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