Coffee House Prayer
As I sit here
at a table for one
hundreds of miles away,
I imagine where I'll be
when the winter winds down
and the sun warms my skin again,
I realize, this is it
a new beginning
the crossroads
the winds are changing
and cradling me softly with them
I just pray they'll be gentle
and carry me safely
to where I belong:
where ever that may be.
Copyright © Jasmin Shear | Year Posted 2005
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