• advent journal: night ride home

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    It was raining when I walked out of work
    to make the three block trek to where my car
    was parked so I could snake through the city,
    the construction, and catch the highway home.

    I slipped my hearing aids in my pocket,
    losing the high harmonies of the street’s
    sounds; the small but persistent rain drops
    hit my shirt and held hands to leave me soaked.

    in another year, this would have been snow,
    and I would have felt like a kid out of school,
    kicking my way across the parking lot,
    mouth wide open to catch the falling flakes.

    on this night I’m listening to the tap
    of the rain on the kitchen window box,
    the drone of the dryer doing its job,
    as I search the house for the right words

    to connect to the couple that might as
    well have been homeless who braved the open
    road, moving at the mercy of the weather
    and the angels, without reservations.

    Peace,
    Milton

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    7 Responses to advent journal: night ride home

    1. anita westmoreland
      December 15, 2015 at 12:22 am

      Well said, sir.

    2. Julie Hughens
      December 15, 2015 at 6:54 am

      Lovely. Thanks.

    3. Maggie
      December 15, 2015 at 7:41 am

      “Rain drops held hands”….beautiful!

    4. David R
      December 15, 2015 at 9:07 am

      I loved the “rain drops … held hands”, too, but “without reservations” knocked me out! Wow!

    5. December 15, 2015 at 9:27 am

      Reminds me of:
      “Rain rings trash can bells
      And what do you know
      My alley becomes a cathedral

      Jesus don’t let tomorrow take my love away…”
      — Bruce Cockburn

      • cthomson
        December 15, 2015 at 9:28 am

        Yes.

    6. Martha Twaddell
      December 15, 2015 at 10:18 am

      Beautiful. Again.

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