Out from the woods.

This morning, Time nudged me
with a touch of dread. I slept like
a child who knows these are her
final days before the sun rises
without her.

Soon, I will be holding my heart
out to you on hands and knees,
lighting the 50 cent votive candles,
pacing worn carpet and dim corners,
waiting for you to meet me below
the heavy clouds and invite me over
to that antique organ bench where
sacred music honors you,

as I quietly echo:
"Take me to my Father's house."

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Written 12/10/14 @ 12:32 PM
Listened to a piano cover of Hans Zimmer's "Time" while writing this.

Also, the place I reference here is the church right down the road from my house. It's in the countryside and is pretty small, but unlocked during the day and usually there is no one around so it's peaceful to visit and reflect. Almost like a safe heaven for me at least.