Jewels of time

When I look back
At years of work in London
Long hours in a basement room
Home life rushed meals
And falling into bed
I do not see the details
Just a big dark mass
And pinpricked in that mass
Are jewels of time
Bright like shining emeralds
Extended lunch hours
Now and then
Spent in the sun
Beside cathedral walls
By the river, in the cafe
Safe from storms
Precious moments to be still
And know that heaven is near.

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About Rosalie Squires

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