I wrote this on my walk yesterday...
I walked with God today
the rain dampened path
water bubbling on tiny ponds
dropping
bending leaves
turning the leaves into symbols
trees, logs, & dirt
acting as congas
of all sizes
a symphony without end
as we walk
I talk
on & on
over & over
some of the same thoughts
using different words
trying to get you to spend time with me
not feeling you very strongly
until…
I finally run out of things to say
suddenly
I feel you
rush over me
all is right in the universe
time seems to “run aground”
we walk
silently together
through you landscape painting/ sculpture
I don’t want it to end
…and one day
it won’t
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