advent journal: redolence

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redolence

we drove south of the city,
and straight into a sunset
that had no sense of time

we were going nowhere together,
following our noses, as the saying
goes, breathing in the evening

reading in a bakery,I discovered
“the fragrance of our lives in the world” . . .
from someone else’s words rose

a reminder that the incense of
existence rises from small stories
and everyday memories

and slips under the doors of our
hearts like the smell of fresh bread,
a bouquet of belonging.

Peace,
Milton

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