BEESWAX

Smell of beeswax
old wood

Light filtered
through stained glass

Can I sit here
please

For hours

In peace

Dwelling on You

Blessings I’ve known
are not for me alone

I will step out
into the wider world

and share

Though like a toddler
I want

The more time
I spend in Your arms

The more I have to give

And the more I want
to spend time in Your arms