O God - Life has come for me.
You gave me it's promise, set it
on a hill far away that I might 
chase it through the dim lights of day
and into the chill dark of holy nights.

I thought it was sanctuary I would find
in the green groves or the wild rivers, 
in the golden fields of tall grass swept 
by summer's warm air. Yet winter has come
and the grass is blowing brown and cold.

Now another night has come -
enchanted, quiet, dark, and still.
Is this the sanctuary I sought all the years
in this house, rain on the windows
trickling in the gutters, puddling in the drive?

Let it be. I have been called to life
in its many broken and raggedy forms.
I will try to live them all as they come
and chase them to the very end
and pray I may find my way at last.
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Portland, Oregon - December 26, 2022