Like the mighty ficus,
I find my toes digging deep into terra firma,
my fingers stretching to grasp firma ment.

Constantly torn between the body and soul,
I teeter between two worlds —
one too rigid,
the other too ethereal.

Holding both ends
I pull,
praying they will find a marriage
in
me.

 

 

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Make my joy complete . . . Philippians 2:2

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