A reflection on Hemingway's short story titled “A Clean, Well-Lighted Place”

I see words without works.  I see routines.  I see people in a rush.
I see myself when I was young.  I relate as older now.
I wish for quietness and calm to slow down.   To witness to
the Love of God in our world.  It is everywhere! 
I see clean on the outside but not so clean on the inside.
I see myself.   I see others.   I see hope.   I see melancholy feelings.
I see nothing new.   I wish for balance, to understand, to not
be hurt.   I wish for Love without risk, to fear nothing, to know
I belong.  At once,  I realize  I am gone,  not there,  I see now
more,  how beautiful.  Where am I? +