Wake Me

Lord, wake me up! 
To the beating of wings and splashing of water,
the settling of fog at twilight—
the way the leaves and the childhood can slip away in the woods,
torched with the last of summer.
(based on the words of Ann Voskamp in Selections from One Thousand Gifts: Finding Joy in What Really Matters; illustration by jplenio via pixabay.com). 

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