You keep surprising me. I keep finding more fragments of your soul and mine. We’re intertwined.
Our souls howl and clumsily clambor about unsteady stairs. Laboring and lumbering we’re lacking leisure and lusting luster; we leave out our unbridled devotion to succumbing to the light.
We can see it dripping into sight, like wax off of a burning candle. It drops through the cracks, the full dirty drapery darkening these cavern walls.
The white flag waves it’s promise of salvation like a beacon mightily as the wind sings. As we stumble over our labors of love, we see the beacon growing mightier, the flag growing larger. The traces of the dank and dirty dark are fading into lighter shades.
We are coming home at last.




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