1
I’ve been waiting for the words all week.
Snow ― after four years!
Food!
Stars.
Such joys.
2
There’s something about family history.
Something about the feeling of the past,
resting on the shoulders of someone’s memory,
someone’s God-given ability to tell a story.
The candles start to listen, I swear.
And the laughs ― those never die.
3
My eyes start to go a little blurry and
my body shakes with coughs of too-cold air.
But my head doesn’t hurt, not now.
4
I walk in the dark after dinner.
5
There’s something about family history.
I miss my family, but God,
I am thankful.
6
“The Lord’s terrifying kindness has come to me.”
7
“Good night, Reid.”
8
The stars are many, I know you know this.
I remember on a school trip years ago,
on the backside of Mount Kenya,
my teacher told us why the stars flicker.
9
The stars.
Such joys.
Such kindness.