I guess it's fear--
here in this nexus
of praxis
and pistis
of dollars
and sense
in this need
for belonging
and becoming
what will nuzzle me forward?
what will move me into the here and now?
into
days of faithful living
hopeful breathing
nurturing courage
to fly the nest
and shalom
to come home to?
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You should write a yearbook. :-)
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