Where The Soul Fits Inside

Funny how we kept going…
just to end up sitting still.

I used to think the good life
Was waiting somewhere far,
At the end of one more long road
Under some brighter star.
Now the evening leans around us,
Slow and gold and wide,
And everything I ran toward
Is resting by my side.

These old steps, this open sky,
This quiet wooden chair,
Turns out all I ever needed…
Was already here.

Not every dream was late,
Some were taking their time.
Not every blessing called out loud,
Some just walked in with the light.

Maybe we were never falling behind,
Maybe we were learning how to stay.
Maybe all the love we carried for so long
Was lighting up these quiet days.

Love gets quieter, not smaller.
Time gets tender, line by line.
And the life we almost thought we missed
Was sitting with us this whole time.

Three cups cooling in the open air,
A dog asleep nearby,
Your hand rests easy next to mine,
No need to ask us why.

The wind moves soft through everything,
Like it knows our names,
And all the years we tried to hold
Have loosened into grace.

We don’t need walls to feel at home,
No ceiling to belong…
Just somewhere we can sit together
And not feel wrong.

Nothing we carried was ever too much…
It just needed a slower touch.

We didn’t find the moment…
We finally stopped leaving it.

Maybe we were never falling behind,
Maybe we were finally arriving true.
All the years we held in restless hands
Were making room for me and you.

Love gets quieter, not smaller.
Evening still can shine.
And the life we almost thought we missed
Was waiting in this simple time.

Funny how the heart keeps making room…
Right here… in the light we chose to sit in.