Within and Without

On summer nights I used to sit by my bedroom window, the warm breeze blowing the scent of flowers, and of food, through my room. In the distance I could hear a neighbour play the spanish guitar, that siren song of evening, and I would close my eyes and dream of boys, and stories and the future.

Tonight I sat on a green stone armchair by the water, watching the jumping fish collapse into the air, and back into water. The air was cold around me and while the lights along the river grew into big orange orbs, all esle was dim. Yet I sat, not yet ready to return to the life and the love that I have found. Not yet, but nearly.

So much has changed, yet still you comfort me Lord. You refresh me, renewing my soul through air, water and the peace of watching.

Thank you Lord.

Within and Without

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