Going low
September 11, 2018
I’ve often heard it said
that you are up high
and you sit on the clouds
to oversee the affairs
of mice and men
But it is on the days I go low
that I find you most near
Slipping into the space
between my chest and the floor
Hovering over the waterfalls
in my eyes
and making rainbows in the mist
When I have no words
to stitch up the jagged edges
you breathe into my lungs
until I exhale hope
Wonder and glory
mark many kinds of days
and some of them do feel like flying
but if I am honest
they more often mark the days
of lower still.
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Mm mm good. 😘
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