Did I imagine you
clear and authentic
or were you a dream, a moment, a thought
pressed to reinforce a memory
of God's faithfulness?
was it potential being seen and known
or a whisper with no address
was it life, breath, healing you brought
or an illusion of promises kept
The memory sits preserved
simply left in the
space between the heart and the mind
which is the space between heaven and earth.
I was writing and thinking about the reality of Jesus' impact on earth, and new friends.