awoke into laughter with eyes of laughter
blissfully unaware that
our tongues and
are preparing for the
metaphor of our memories.
crunch the gravel,
pulling about ourselves
of the present,
head bent to steps.
drinking water from icy cups,
walking in the cold,
breath curling in puffy gray-white
snakes from our gaping
And we who live in the
present are leaving the past;
walking, walking, walking
to where we
breaths curled in puffy gray-white
snakes, vertically wriggling from our
November-mouths like softly billowing campfire smoke.
Yet our Father, who lives in the
present, will enter the future, leaving the
past; He walked, walks, will walk in
His coat, taking us home
with eyes of laughter.
Greetings from the booming metropolis that is Pleasant View, Tennessee. I am a man of constant spiritual highs and spiritual lows. I pray that I serve God at my highest even when I am lowest.