There is light creeping through
The dark folds
Of our house

There is kindness
Lurking beneath
Words that have been spoken

There is a space that
Can be found
For us to exist
Together

So
Let’s take a cup
Of wine
And bury
The hatchet

Let’s be grateful
For all the work
We have done

On this evening
Let’s rest our tired bodies
And take comfort


For tomorrow will yield
Wonders
Unknown to us