Monday, January 5, 2009


There's a space I carry with me
in which lie the things of this
spiritual life,
strapped to my layers with
duct tape and old rope.
To look at them you'd think
me homeless and poor
but they are the treasures
of a fruitful life.
They are my way,
the blueprint for a place
I cannot see,
A map of hope that shows
a road without doubt.

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