slow-cooker boasts of homemade apple juice
warming slowly on the counter
one squeezed orange and a sprinkling of cinnamon
the scent of winter warmth and cozy nights
the most tantalizing of promises
delicious delicacies and comfortable company
desperate whispers, mindless songs
inward cries, upward sighs
each adding to the fragrance of His throne-room
pleas and praises mingling
my prayers rise like steam
intoxicating
He breathes me in
the aroma of longing
and of belonging
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