Enough

Quite a day so it was. 

Minutes from sleep, I

Ponder the hours. Each distinct 

From another. 

Up 

down.. Fearing the 

Low place would overcome

And the darkness would see

Victory 

Late now

The circle complete

Breathing demonstrates 

A serenity 

A sort of calm

Saying a good

Not perfect day 

Has passed

Jesus reigns

And I am

Enough