Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Service Echos

Morning came with the thick promise of rain. Eyes closed, I inhaled
deep, exchanging stale for gratitude....thoughts of service.

Lately I've been thinking a lot of this big hole that has been left;
left for us to gather around and cry....then laugh, gathering tighter.

Dripping watermelon, soda, prayers
again protecting, recommitting, strengthening,
clarifying their purpose and ours.

Random or planned, hoping for habitual,
filling the gaping empty space.
First efforts clang, echoing then
soften as they land
building stronger ties with those
we touch today.

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