Our Island The storm rages your doorway and lifts you. - TopicsExpress



          

Our Island The storm rages your doorway and lifts you. Beyond a raft of hope. Beyond reason. I’m a useless prayer. A boat of doubt. Your namesake, nameless and a check. Anything that can float floats by. Names. Unpaid debts. A safe. Anywhere there’s tide gone mad inside a house. Everywhere the wind decides for you what you have to wear. I’m here for you is my used up phrase. And Praise God. Some days looking is looking away and raging. Some days walking on a wave. Some days reaching out to a branch.
Posted on: Wed, 13 Nov 2013 14:29:06 +0000

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