lenten journal: keepsake


    there are some nights
    when the sky turns
    the color of friendship
    and fades into the crisp
    darkness of gratitude

    we ate with friends
    drank and talked as well
    and then walked away
    dropping bit of hope
    like breadcrumbs

    along the sidewalks
    and silent porches
    finding our way home
    to our porch light
    our beacon of belonging

    summer will come
    and winter will follow
    and footprints will fade
    but not this indelible
    wisp of memory


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