Hand-In-Hand

Sparks flew around at yuletide.
(Who let our schedules coincide?)
While in the Christmas whirlwind,
We quickly became more than friends.

Despite the dread of distance, long,
And different views of gifts and song,
We took a chance, eyes open, wide,
And faced our fears while side-by-side.

We walked and talked, and talked and walked
(Often with fingers interlocked)
But only time and space could show;
That hand-in-hand we should not go.

Now sadness presses on my heart,
In realizing our paths must part.
Though, why? I don’t quite understand.
But God is good. He has a plan.

-Wills Osborn (1/16/22)

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