Pushed in close under a shoulder,
Knobby knees pressed together,
Four intentionally designed souls
Enveloped by a warm blanket,
Blocking the ocean winds—
Uneven sand under tired feet,
Simple words and hushed voices,
All amounting to prayer and praise
For the center of our circle—
Our eternal Saviour.

Waiting in the afterburn of a photo,
The summer sun seared into my eyes,
Feeling the blurry space of filled time.

Long-forgotten jokes tight in my chest,
A constant smile developing worry lines—
I watched the goldenhour subside.

Where would the memories go,
If I did not grab hold of them?

A soft pink veil filtered the internal upset,
A clock ratcheting in my headspace--
Limbs lengthened, faces matured,
And I was left wondering at what point
I started living in fear
Of watching the time go, adrift without
The guide of the lighthouse of childhood.

My back against a cold wall,
Thoughts running circles,
Finding the cocoon
Of golden, warm yellows,
A slowing of time
Within a hazy picture—
Breathing out in Your arms,
Eternally enveloped,
Watching the world
Waste away,
As I seek Your comfort.

Trailing fingerprints,
Decopage boxes,
Dotting hillside cliffs.
Trees straining for clouds,
Legs dangling,
Mulling over questions.

Where was I
In the beginning?

An intentional design,
Sitting, legs crossed,
In the heavens.

The mountain slopes,
Leaning from the sea,
Rippling V formations,
Souls watching
The crippling depths,
Seeing only peace,
Imagining themselves
A set of wings.

I only remember—
Those who hope
In the Lord
Will soar on wings
Like eagles.