What Heaven Sent

I’ve walked at a peculiar

angle

 

As I’ve laughed at peculiar

circumstances

 

I’ve aged in the most peculiar

of vacuums

 

And went on to love in the most

normal of ways

 

I’ve worked in a spirit

of defiance 

 

As I’ve traveled the many miles

from compliance

 

I’ve lived within the confines

of the moment

 

And written those things I

could never speak

 

I’ve seen the footsteps of

giants

 

Made by the intrepid feet of the

smallest of men

 

As the mirrors of my past have risen

in blind reflection

 

I’ve come face to face with

the only adversary I will ever fear

 

I’ve asked the age old questions

knowing there are no answers

 

I’ve taught the unschooled a language

they will teach again

 

I have vowed to seek recovery

for what the iconoclasts have broken

 

Until truth reclaims from power

—what was heaven sent

 

(Philadelphia Airport: August 1st, 2015)

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