A poem

I tried loading this from my phone, but the posts came up blank…

This is what was lost. The fire that came home to rest. The places we were calling from. This is what was found. The art of spelling out our names. The holy ghost of giving thanks. Between these strange discoveries. We gave ourselves another night. To reconcile our differences. To hunger for a beautiful life

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