A Great Exchange

down the alley, we met
            a short conversation, full
                        of looking questions
            a strong affirmation, wait
                                    breathe and step, every move
                        in restful action,
                                    leaning on a eternal note
                                    answering us with Love,
affection, true admonition
            we left in Him, like a journey
                        but less.
            riding in His pocket,
                                    as a child, or a friend
                                                in troubled times
                                                            rides a friend…

            except this was adoption,
                        and we call Him Father,
                                                and not “when”
but always we stay in
            His pocket, as we travel
                        the streets—waiting to be
                                    wherever he wants to be…
                                                walking His way,
                                                seeing His ends.
                        this was a great exchange.