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The moments
I feel unsure
of what comes next
are the moments
I'm most conscious of my flesh;
crooked feet,
creaking knees,
bags below eyes.
existing.
Yearning for God
to pull me back;
the tension of Purpose
turns the broken branch
into an arrow.
We all yearn
to be hurled
into usefulness -
to fly,
and touch hearts.
-kco…