the day
is ending and here
you are
too exhausted for
the long day's
toil,
you stop for
a while
looks at the sky
and tells God
i've done it,
with a little
conceit though
saying, "God you
owe me lots
of the deprivations
today" (and
i hope that you
pay it with
all your love
and compassion,
that when i
finally meet my
end too
just like this
ending day,
i may find
my rest in
You.)
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