Friday, January 31, 2014


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p  r  a  y  e  r

 Sometimes- 
when I’m walking I can’t help but close my eyes.
It’s all too much;
the things I’ve left behind,
the things yet to live.
But most of all the glorious in between.

My soul prompts my eyes to close tighter,
and my legs to move faster.
Both in hopes of holding on,
and in hunger of letting go.

As I heed my soul,
the physical heightens-
the wind on my face
the sun on my back.

Until; I seem to sprout wings,

and fly.

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