a bridge restored

like a garden that was once

beautiful and cared for
my heart has been neglected
thirsty and nostalgic
for the Creator’s grace to tend to these weeds that have choked the blossom,
rooted in a tangible blur of concrete confusion 
whatever happened to the bible baptist academy?
[a one-room school house in montague, michigan]
whatever happened to building forts in the woods 
with the neighborhood kids and setting traps for potential enemies?
whatever happened to some glad morning 
and i’ll fly away and do lord, remember me?
there used to be a time when i knew no strangers
but now things seem to be playing in reverse
some things, however, remain:
this ever-present loneliness and the ache for another world 
twenty years have now passed since i’ve last seen you
and memories are secured inside a castle of sand
washed away with the torrential rains 
and grace has covered these blood-stained hands
a bridge restored, true love remains

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