Innerdialects

From when I can remember, to date, I collect leaves, press them, store them like precious friends. Looking closer, its a memo into the morrow…(flowers too, but leaves!)

Something about them registers as stock thought. So yes, I look for them wherever we go: a park, a hotel yard, stations here and there, our own streets, others’ streets, stopover at a highway, a friends place, an auditorium garden, a sidewalk…I have them in pages of diary, all over my face,

little memos from God: of moments where there was a healing, a forgiveness, a sadness touched, a sunset that blest, a word that arrived on time, a loneliness hugged, a pain addressed,

Christ has touched my most invisible core with His Vein, through these darlings of nature,

So yes, they’re my coolest thing.

Daily writing prompt

What’s the coolest thing you’ve ever found (and kept)?

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