Just a few moments.
Give me a few more.
A quiet thunderstorm.
Waves crashing against the pier.
These moments offer rest for my tired soul.
It's been through some things.
I, God and her know them all.
A few other souls know a few.
I search daily for a few moments.
Times to recognize humanity in others.
Give that which I rarely experience.
My soul often aches from the loneliness.
Legs crossed peering into nothing.
Seeing the reflection of me.
Just a few more moments.
Give me a few more.
Then to rest I shall come.
No resistance.
Just let my soul live a bit longer,