going over to Tony's Villa
leaving the pool for Jesus
take a taxi to dinner
watch the rain pound the streets
watch and wait
in a posture of kneeling
a vision from a memory
for i saw that their being was like this
service is a blessing a gift of the highest beauty
spiritual sight taking my feet to a door
my eyes landed in the right room
as if the wind blew me
carried each day to the next
by a voice
i would follow
the color and shape of form
woke to stand
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