at the end of the woods,
where the trees thin
and water begins
i'll find
a bench on a day like this,
find the sun
warm against my face.
i'll listen
to the birds.
watch the fish jump
in the mirrored lake.
i'll bring a book,
a worn trusted friend,
bring my tired bones
and rest.
I'll close my eyes
to trouble and pray
that in time
home
will be home
and blessings will soon
come my way.
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