Soft…

Soft rests the day on the cushion we made

From this empty day

And soft falls some light on the seat in the window

Spilling in to make carpet castles

Woollen walls between the world

And this haven

-this heaven of ours

Make me a man who loves deeply

Who sees the depth of blessing

In small things

Like today

And you

And me

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