The seasons change brings a need to draw
closer to her
As if not to be too far away from her warmth
She is sustenance for me and at the moment
her needed presence makes me hunger so much
we tremble
Cherished are my thoughts and pictures that
come to mind, Feeding once again
enough to leave something to keep us
Though far we may be, I dwell elsewhere
closer to her than before, one day closer
for reasons. for my being
How long must it be, I ask my maker
Seems eternal things take just as long
to transpire, yet I wait for the door
to be opened, to run through it and
never look back
My world for now must be still and allow
for things to happen by His will and not
of my own choosing
