Wake Me Up When September Ends

Personal (Hope)

Good morning, October.

Why do you
resemble September
so much?

My months fade into
each other like the colors
on autumn leaves.

But today there’s
a chill in the air;
it breezes through me .

Maybe this time
you will be the one
to break my fall.

Good morning, Change.

Inspired by: “Learning to Breathe” by Switchfoot and Proverbs 16:18

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