feelings tethered –
tied to blessing
leaving holy traces there
long removed
yet still becoming –
what shall be
of all we bear

I wonder still
of ways we came –
dirty roads
and back to home
from the start
always returning
for what is gathered
to the soul

pages gift
from one another
story made
of witness shared
how we lived
is how we tarry
kept in moments –
everywhere

. . .