At the End of the Day

I needed a little book to have Something to write my heart desires So burning, my heart stopped being quiet This was enough for my pen to start. In less than two hours I poured it all out Things I saw but I could not yet touch Just on point, I had no second thought Then decided to seal the book’s mouth Assured, I waited on him that fails not Him alone, all desires he can meet But waiting is now longer than once thought Some are still there that I may never reach Staring at the book, as if it is now strange Makes me wonder at the end of the day