Chills. In my spine, in my mind.
Faces refracted by the passing bus,
so many lives colliding at once.
Am I walking on grim pavement
or graying grass?
Will my steps always last?
Shoulder brush, then a bump
Was it a woman out of luck?
Maybe a man on a mission
only fulfilling his ambition.
Eyes wander to the world above
where geometric straws pierce the blue
and I think, I remember You.
While the tiny souls mill about
every mind eager to shout
you peer from the great above
from atop the manmade straws.
When white graces the ground
and scarves pull tight
when beautiful carols haunt halls
and home makes its call
there is holy silence.
The earth holds its breath,
counting the moments it has left.
It exhales with a deafening sigh
then icy vapors fly high.
And yet another end is near
because the human scope
is called a year.
I am not sure where I stand.
What nation, what thought I will next land.
But before I leave
beyond the grades, the pain, and sleep
a true life waits to be discovered
superior to any worldly pressure
its as crisp as morning air
tensing my face but refreshing my
toward a forever blue sky.
Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior, who daily bears our burdens. Psalm 68:19