Wednesday, February 6, 2013
the place I want to go
someone has pocketed the key
to the place I want to go
I press against the gate
begging, crying, willing
there is only silence
the kind that comes after silence
undisturbed, unheard, unchanged
in the place I want to go
how long will I stay
in this deserted place
remembering, praying, longing
for the place I want to go
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.
*The photo is a leaf that blew across the porch. I was taken by the bright red and the beautiful pattern through the middle as it continued to turn brown. I cropped it in closer, but the color is not re-touched.
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