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Sometimes
Sometimes I wonder.
About Jesus my savior
And why he would choose a hopeless sinner for his own.
About the days that come and go
Leaving lasting memories that live on
In hearts and minds
long after they are made.
About love that hurts
Or fades
Or lasts until one’s dying breath.
Sometimes I listen.
To the wind as it blows
weaving down streets and alleys
breathing its sweet breath through my hair.
To a newborn’s first cry
wailing steadily until it passes from the gloved hands
and returns to his mother
snuggling deep into her loving arms.
To the sirens of an ambulance
careening down the road
screaming to the world of the woe it is rushing towards.
Sometimes I play.
With my younger sisters
running around the house
creating our own world filled with imagination.
With music
feeling it pour from me and
swirl it’s warmth through me
with each strum on my guitar and note from my voice.
With my team
working without words and
sacrificing everything
to keep the ball from hitting the court.
Sometimes I think.
Of dreams
the ones that last long after waking
following one around
like a homeless puppy seeking affection.
Of those who I used to know
all the days and nights spent together
turned now to heart-rending memories.
Of my future
the many paths my life could take
with each experience or decision I make.
And sometimes I just live.
Because in the end, that’s all that one can really do.
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