You are a journey and I am a traveler,
weary with wandering in circles
with no destiny.
You are close,
I stretch, pull,
barrel through
for miles, then find
I am far from
where I started.
My ribs have ribbons
stitching them together
to patch my bleeding heart.
I close my eyes
and pick a path,
then turn in stunned silence
when I find the distance
my feet cover
lead in broken patterns
to Your gate.
I toss about the wind,
let it send me spiraling
through Your land and
pray You do not
discipline trespassers.
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