The Forgotten Road

Walking transforms destinations
oblivious to slight hesitations
as our feet move in new directions
a new beat begins to emerge
as our feet move in new directions
oblivious to slight hesitations
walking transforms destinations

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Waiting For Miracles

I sat through the sermon
held your cold lifeless hand
as they told you God loves you
and of miracles planned.
I propped up your head
as you listened to hymns
and waited for miracles
to transform your limbs.
I woke you from sleep
to expose you to dreams
you replied with your eyes
“God is busy it seems.”

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