the other day
i thought everyone
was afraid of being alone
maybe it's just me
maybe it's not you
maybe it's not not you
...
we were at the ocean
i forgot my suit
i was wading
i gazed at my feet
sand rippled perfectly below
he was up on the beach
he was waiting
gazing who knows where
never near, hardly here
swimming laps in the hotel pool
where were you, Jesus
when i was so alone?
warmth from my feet
washes over me
in the pristine, perfect water
what are you doing down there, Jesus?
what are you doing at my feet?
oh, God, thank you for dying
so that we would never be alone
sweet, salty water wash over me today
3 comments:
very nice. miss you mols!
Erin and Angelic say that we love you and love your poetry.
oh, wow, friends, i love you too! i cherish the sweet, short time i had at yall's place. i'm super jealous of Lacy and Dianne! and i'll always think it's hilarious that lic took a nap in their closet. hey Erin, we both work in towns that have "springs" in their names! pretty sweet. miss yall!
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