Carrying home upon his back
everything strapped and secured
declaring himself a free spirit
a lone adventurer
With wind pulling apart long wavy hair
eyes of deep blue crinkled at the edges
he story tells, reflects, and shares life
We speak of faith, God, doubts, experiences
voices of skepticism, mistrust,uncertainty
words begin to mismatch face
with a pause he leans forward
Questioning me if secret telling would be okay
the refuge of a cathedral is spoken of
the seeking of peace away from the chaos
face full of wonder, beauty and bashful excitement
He shares the mysterious invisible presence that sits beside him
suddenly he is not alone, and it feels good to be with
safe, comforting, wonderful
A smile creeps across his face as the moment is recounted
"Do you think that could have been God?"
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