Words.
Questions.
Times of responsiveness escape me.
Found in where I am and where I am going.
Making sense of nothing and everything at the same time.
Center
Center
Center here.
The good will overtake me because of the love.
So the days roll on and I roll through –
awaiting the promise of what the pondering has brung.
Awaiting the promise of all the lyrics I’ve sung
in faith and through tears and with loud jubilee
I’ve sung and sighed softly
And now
I want to see…..
To see more clearly
with weights lifted off
no shame
no gain
no false expectation
only hope
and clarity
and sparkling direction
Words.
Questions.
Center here.
Times of responsiveness await me.
It’s near.
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