Walk

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How do we walk?  When paths are broken, 

when things are flawed and mirrors

nothing?  What feet can follow  invisible

paths...  watching  leaves and thoughts fall, knowing

- nothing will be seen tomorrow.

Nothing will be heard tomorrow.  

My walk is more of stumble, now

and clinging to the breeze ahead.  Who will see and

who will be...  changes fall ahead of me...

How do we walk?  When paths are broken

when everything is flawed and broken?

Nothing but my God above me....  nothing but

my God within me....  walk amidst the littered

past.

Walk and walk and walk.