was not the string of texts received from lover-new
Band aiding night aloneness
in vain attempt to heal a wound
nor the 3-digit number of "Likes" on bright picturesque ocean views,
despite your pilgrim's foot tracks
and had-revelation under the moon
nor the mouth of a resounding "yes" to leisure time in lieu,
the shadow of a friend whom
vows to finally spend the day with you.
the open page
after a day of 'full'.
a self-will to the cues
(of the Spirit) Stop!
This is holy ground - the glory cloud and
Jesus in us!
Lord, I can find no greater delight than Your manifest presence,
So I will be silent
Watch in awe
take off my shoes.