I long again for wide open spaces
wonders that take my breath away
Not via some shared viral video
But my feet planted in reality
Grounded yet with my eyes set
on the dark night sky
With the milky way
Spilled, like a pouch of diamonds.

one
of the biggest
obstacle
to writing a sermon,
is receiving a package of books
you ordered.
Ah, i will just surrender
to the words that invite
me into thought,
into emotion,
into a larger world

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i leap
once again
out of a dream
of what could be
might be
should be

like Sam Beckett
i only hope
the next leap
is the leap
home.

And i, the prodigal
returned.
forgive me, i said
but he just embraced me,
no words were
necessary -
all that mattered
was my return.
my sibling though,
stands green eyed and angry
not understanding
the meaning of unconditional love.

Many dvds sit
Unopened on the shelves
Waiting

But two
Still in their shrink wrap
As though they needed
Protection
Insulated from the world
Like my heart
Unwilling to be exposed
Nor vulnerable

Before sunrise
Before sunset

Waiting

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