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becoming, connection, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, poetry, restless, soul signature, spirit, truth, wandering
before the day was come
and love remembered us as one –
where gardens grew
impatient toward the light
wherein a single word was heard
as hands were joined with hearts
as echoes rolled
from first and then
the other –
as years begotten years
flowers rushed to blossom –
petals of the wanderer
poems of a saint
lullabies were written o’er
and evermore forgot –
touch the only thing
the same as then
breathe into the universe
the psalm of letting go –
whisper love
as once you did
– I never let you know
the way into the open
was the journey we become
who am I – you wonder
even now
reflection of
the best of you
enough is more than right
– dusty roads
and beds beneath the black
stars return each one
by name
for who you were just then
when walking back
beside the garden wall
tornadoday 