dear jesus,
my heart was empty
this morning, like tree
branches in winter
reaching out for something
unseen.
duty got me out of bed
a faulty water-heater
woke me. sometimes
answers are
much colder
than expected
the plunge opened
an existential
valve
no immediate revelatory
blossoms, but there
is a warm current
full of promise.
I am here now
grateful, listening.
selah,
sparrow
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