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.