Untitled (a poem)

In the warmth

of blankets and arms

that soothe me to peace and quiet.

In the crispy potato wedges

that save me from exhaustion

and taste decent.

In the fresh air

that clears my mind

and feels new on my face.

In the frankincense and mint

swirled in castor oil

to stop my head from spinning.

In the person

who understands my crosses

before I say a word.

In the notes

that ring so perfectly

I want to be them.

God is in the little things

that make all the difference.

Always reminding me

that he’s carrying the weight I can’t.


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