What I Could Have Missed

All the things 

Laid before

In the burden and 

In the bare

Begging me to reconcile

The flaming arrows

Now set a fire

My soul knows it 

My heart drops 

My tears gather 

Willing to dig a well

I could have missed this

All at once I am home

Sick

For the ones I didn’t

Retrieve

Or rather receive

No turning aside

To regret

Leading only to regress

No good thing do I lack

But for how many

I ask 

May have the lack

Of the next right thing

Our mutual engagement

Heaven’s entertainment

The smoke signals expanding

Laws of motion beginning

Propelling

Orphans and widows at rest 

When we respond 

To the ache in our chest

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You see, I have this old man friend named Stan. I’ve only known him for about 5 weeks. But we’re already pals. He gets his dog all excited to see me, I bring him cookies, and he gives me his passed on wife’s jewelry (😭). The thing is, I sit here and think, I could have missed this. My heart is home sick for the others I haven’t met because I never acknowledged the ache in my chest, that gentle whisper, beautiful surrender. In a world where I ask, Jesus, please bring more heaven to earth. I don’t realize it looks exactly like this. Our religion defiled, Lord, make us more like You. 

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Life Dream #8: BECOME GREAT FRIENDS WITH AN OLD MAN. 

I am sure this is it. Friends, I didn’t know it would look like this. And that’s the work of a God who doesn’t relent. Who writes a story better than what I could have thought up.