Wednesday, May 2, 2012

gas works.





my thinking spot this spring has been perched atop gas works hill.  
it's a perfect run along the canal after work,
and when i arrive on the grassy knoll and look out over the city of seattle,
i stop and breathe and thank God
because what he has made is good
(and i believe he is at work
reconciling it all back to himself).
when i'm sitting there
 the little worries and unknown anxious spots of my heart
release just a fraction more.

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