Monday mornings can get so hard
crushed by my weekend dreams
visions of my family and passing time
of God and this impermanent dust we are.
The wind blows on a crisp October morning.
The moving trees and dry leaves
remind me so deeply
of when I saw these things
young and simple.
Christianity unraveling
on the pages I read
while I wait for the adventure
I’ve always longed for.
gallagher
14 oct 85
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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