Joel 2:25

where did i hide the years
that they should have found
my skeletons and angels
hidden deep
like leviathans – yet small
they create a tsunami
that floods my cheeks and heart.
should i be proud?
that the years i razed to the ground
should become as risen ash
and choke my lungs again.

where have i gone?
i am a pilgrim without a map,
unknowing my time in the wilderness
does not end with a promise.

yet i am here.

here, and now.

i am at the start,
but at least i’m somewhere.
my eyes have been opened,
no longer do i stumble like blind men do,
or regret as old.

no, You are here,
You are now,

and the view has never been more beautiful.

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