(inspired by Mark 4:26-34)
There are days these words flow out. I am in their way and I know it. Prayer gets me out of the way.
My words and your words play like dogs let loose. They run around and yip and yap and run and dodge and chase
and then rest
and sleep in the sun.
But other days...
This may be wise
I listen with eyes closed
and I am not always sure
you are still there.
I am listening because I am empty and that
(I listen and only hear the rattle