"we all make mistakes/ we do/ I learned from you"
how many times have you given your soul to the hungry in the park? when the streetlights flood the pavement like learning how to swim for the first time. after your kayak flips over and you are stranded in lake without the safety of life vest. of nothing to hold onto. of my hands are so bare today, where are you headed, why aren't you any closer to communion. the first time i prayed to God, i prayed for forgiveness and asked to be held by a body that did not know my name. he sent me water. he sent me bathtub and red sea. the buoyancy of salt water. mariana trench. the feeling of not touching the ground with your toes. all calloused and worthy. when was the last time he kissed your feet? when your dirt was his gold? how many times will you jump off diving board backwards just to face the truth? we can't see underwater without help. without protecting your vision. i've become a martyr for not worshiping this lack of jewel. there are not enough miles to swim. there are not enough depths of you i'd want to explore.
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