second of august

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i. i woke up one morning,
     a song soft as hotel pillows and room temperature butter sitting on my heart.
it smelled entirely of hope. a little bit like pancake breakfasts and a waiter who gave you extra milk for free. a little more like shooting stars and jumping on the tramp. a lot like new beginnings.

ii. inner aspect to outer aspect. i wipe the sleep from my eyes,
    and maybe with a little childish hope,
wipe the sadness and a bit of pain off of the window in my chest.

iii. there is a green metal chair out by the wildflowers, the sun melting into it. 

   sometimes you feel like the moon who hasn't seen anything but clouds for days. so when you finally get to sit in the Sun, you fall asleep in the warmth of pure truth. 

        see? you who draw near to Him, He will draw near to you. 

iv. he lost his front leg not more than three weeks ago.

       but today he ran inside laughing. 

jehovah rapha. 

v. Hic est filius meus dilectus.