Home… This Thing Called Living….

I desire the birds … them feeling safe to land

Fresh bread for them to eat …

I want to kick back in my lazy chair

And rest my weary feet …

I want to open up ALL my windows

Smell the fresh cut grass …

Dream by a fire pit in mid-October …

Stir my soul in the waning ash …

I want to stretch out with my woman so close …

Reliving, remembering when we first fell in love …

I want to meld with her breast to breast

Transforming into turtle doves …

I want to make sure my son knows I love him …

No matter what he does …

I’m waiting at the end of the road …

Should life come at him like an uncontrolled bus ….

I want to be still and let God be God …

Thank him for all he’s given …

For his long-suffering tender mercies …

Always helping me with this thing called life …

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