Sunday, October 7, 2012


Can I come in through Your back screen door and sit at the table where the light shines in? Maybe we can start from there, if Your door is still open and Your table ready. What else should I do, how  else can I find You once more?

I know, I'll follow these breadcrumbs You left before the beginning of time of Your words, Your deeds, and Your thoughts about me, knowing with each step I'm already there, that we've been at the table from the moment I formed the thought, whispered the words, "I want to come home."

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