the wall is strung together with the smallest thread
i trace lines to each other and they are in between and lost
but in every line is a thousand memories --
the time someone made them laugh so hard that spaghetti was coming out of their nose;
the quiet sunrise that reminded them that life was something more;
splatters of green, blue, and yellow paint on their favorite pants;
when they sobbed over the death of a chipmunk they accidentally ran over on the highway;
when they heard their favorite song on the radio and their best friend was there;
the time they said the wrong things and how much they wish they could change it --
the wall is strung together with the smallest thread
and there is not a space left unfilled in the wall
the thread glows with dreams and regrets and little things loved
and my heart glows within me of a yearning for all of it and something greater
the adventure of the deep forest trees, the snow-topped mountains,
the fearless rushing rivers running wild far and gone
and to be a woman after God's own heart
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