Enter

Bright day brewing like my coffee
warm and subdued, gently
meandering me into the day
greeting me with hues outside.

Pick up the pace, says the wind
as it brushes against my skin,
midway through the day.

Focus on me, whom you cannot see,
whispers softly dwell within me
to put everything else away

So much to lay down, can I really
empty myself of what I carry
and set it at Your feet?

My clasp is tight due to the weight
but with fists I cannot open the gate
so I make the choice to open,
enter, and leave it all behind.