In my home, there is a window

In the kitchen, next to the table.

It's a big window, where the sun

Shines through, every morning.

On cold mornings, I like to sit

By the table, and soak up the light.

I spend hours there, not wanting to

Give up the warmth, clinging to the sun.

In church and at school, at home and

Everywhere else, I take every chance

I can to sit in the sun, gathering light

And saving it for later, for darker days.

Years from now, my darker days

Will be over, and I will be gone back,

To that light I cherished, every moment,

And it will welcome me, bringing me home.