The page is marked by words that meant something sometime and now, again, a torn off strip of paper, a verse.
“God will make this happen, for he who calls you is faithful.”
1 Thessalonians 5:24
The pages shimmy softly under the swooshing breeze manufactured by hovering above fan.
I read what I somehow had not read before, yet left the blue torn slip in this very place.
“The World I Live In”
I have refused to live
locked in the orderly house of
reasons and proofs.
The world I live in and believe in
is wider than that. And anyway,
what’s wrong with Maybe?
You wouldn’t believe what once or
twice I’ve seen. I’ll just
tell you this:
only if there are angels in your head will you
ever, possibly, see one.
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