down the alley, we met
a short conversation, full
of looking
questions
a strong affirmation, wait
breathe
and step, every move
in restful action,
leaning
on a eternal note
answering
us with Love,
affection, true admonition
we left in Him, like a journey
but less.
riding in His pocket,
as a
child, or a friend
in
troubled times
rides
a friend…
except this was adoption,
and we call Him
Father,
and
not “when”
but always we stay in
His pocket, as we travel
the
streets—waiting to be
wherever
he wants to be…
walking
His way,
seeing
His ends.
this was a great
exchange.
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