No. 2: a faulty water heater

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,

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