
off a busy street
an inviting gate beckons
leave the world behind
in the cool of evenings
come and walk with your Maker

off a busy street
an inviting gate beckons
leave the world behind
in the cool of evenings
come and walk with your Maker

pressed against my side
feeling the phone in my sleep
even when removed
so it is with chance friendships
deep marks left in a short time

shadow of my trunk
blending with those of the trees
solidarity

the wind on my face
pushing waves across the pond
a breath of heaven