The leaves have drifted
And found their way to the earth
My thoughts have shifted
To focus on what it’s all worth
The long hours of toil
The goals beyond my grasp
Always reaching, Rarely holding
Tired … so very tired …
This is the season to hear the wind
This is the season to dream again
This is the time I need more than ever
To seek His face, to bless our endeavour.
~ HB Cher
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