To snuggle into a couch in
a yellow home
To process
To fix the light bulb in
our living room.
But it holds promise
A spoken promise from the
Lord
Of a hope and a delightful
future
Of Austin, of ministry, of
sipping coffee on wooden slats.
Reminds me that I love
people
Allows me to take my time
falling asleep
To finish the last few
chapters of an enchanting 864 page novel
To share breakfast with my
favorite red headed friend
And finally brings me back
to Starr Avenue where it really all began
Where I drive with the
windows down, my hand out the window palm up,
Proclaiming that “Clocks”
by Coldplay means everything to me
Where leaves slip across
my window and the wind billows my hair behind my ears.
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