218: A Filling Up
There’s enough time
for one more kiss
for caramelized onions on low heat,
for handwritten I’m just thinking of you cards.
There’s enough time
for an extra lap around the block,
for a bedtime story,
for the homemade sauce instead of the can.
There’s enough time
to change your mind,
to move across the country,
to begin again- and again, and again.
There’s enough time
to choose the right words,
to read the sequel,
to start flowers with seeds.
There’s enough time
to pray,
even in the morning,
even when you rise.
There’s enough time...
at least that is my hope.
But when time feels like a famine
and our dreams seem far,
won’t you please say, as you did today-
What if the running out
is more of a filling up?
What if we told ourselves
this was more than enough?
Written by Sarah A. Speed // Writing The Good
Recent Posts
See AllEvery night we sit on the couch. Your arm around my shoulders, my knees pulled towards my chest. We eat dinner. We talk about the day. The dog sleeps, belly up nestled on top of our sock feet. And eve