in city dark, dim burning-gold light filtering through thick maples to the street.
the heat is close,
the only breeze from moving forward.
the heat is welcomed and so it holds me like a soft, long hug.
I've longed for summer, and it's July.
I've longed for Christ, and here He is with me in this quiet, close summer night. In the not profound walk home after ice-cream and talks, swings and prayers.
I am thankful for:
- a workshop.
- a companion.