In a featureless world we wade
Seek and ye shall find, He said;
Love another soul and you’ll love me.
Each soul hermits in homes or hikes
The kindred kind—
Dread divides, and destitutes.
Terrified of touch, or time bereft of
Six pedestrial spaces, or Heaven forbid—
For a brief breath, a brave sojourner stops—
Time, touch, trust
We travel the trenches together
Earth meets Christ
In vivid visage He’s Found.
His goodness melts into our
Settles and seeps into our souls.
This too shall pass and
Earth’s eager emptiness shall fully
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