The Walk (aka Community)

The Walk (aka Community)

What is found in you
is found in me
and if we don’t have it,
we’ll search together
at the cusp of each
and every bend, under
every rock, behind every
cloud that rains. If you
lose it, I will search
with you; we’ll sing
hymns, read Book, walk
until we find it.

And we’ll find pieces
of ourselves through these
walks in the wood, through
the unfolding of roses,
the sharing of laughs,
the mingling of tears–
until we know Him, and we see
the flutter of wings
in one another’s eyes.

And we’ll know what it means,
really means, to carry
burdens, because we cry
on shoulders that are
not our own, and we laugh
with the bells of other voices,
and because we follow one
another through strange lands,
under unfamiliar skies.

And through this loving
and knowing, through this
shrinking of me and of you,
we’ll know more of Him.
And we’ll see Jesus, walking–
in front of, beside, behind…
inside.

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