During 2024, which now bids adieu

 so much has occurred

365 days, whereby, because of You…

this Vapor…was kept secure.

Breaths of Love, O God, indeed…Your air

transported me to a calm pier

where atmosphere from celestial shores

 transcended…gifting… elevated tours…

an overshadowing that was without end

beginning over and over again.

Drawing heartfelt private pleas and moans…

there were many seasons of change

what with my personal melees…

bringing me to my knees

yet still, You, O God…You…sustained.

In a way that mattered, there arrived…

 Your breeze…

Your breeze…providing, as if just for me…

so needed mists of reprieve.

So softly…it meandered…

dispersing particles of heaviness

and as You alighted with comforting strength…

oh…how my turmoiled mind was caressed.

Now, having persevered 2024’s… growth room

and because I am…Your own

as 2025 emerges from the womb…

by Your will, I’ll enter another year sown.

Albeit, proceeding without weight of fear

but full of…faith’s allure

and continuing to follow You,

now and forever more…

I am gratefully and eternally Your…Vapor.

James 4:14

©jmsbell-12/28/24