a meditation on Philippians 1:3-9

I haven’t even left
and I’m already homesick
for a place I fear will
let go of me in its memory
once I’m out of its eyeline
traveling for somewhere I
don’t know

Oh, keep me in your heart
while you paint this town
with all the colors of glory
or you send your postcards
from your own far corner

While we all keep our ears
turned toward the same side of the sky
listening, listening
for the noise to resolve into music


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