I am but a wondering soul.
home less,
but for that which
is love
is worthy
is secure
is whole.

Religion escaped me,
and Spirit whispered my allegiance
to wildly go into darkness,
into the mystic.

All the while
creations of Creator
surrounded
from dawn
to sun set
to the darkest of nights

“Listen to Meadow Lark. I am here.”
“Split a piece of wood.  I am here.”

“Listen.”

(c)  wcj  11.17.2015

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