How far do you have to look....really?

Who were you that I lived with, walked with?

The brother,

the friend?

Strife and love, darkness and light--are they the workings of one mind,

features of the same face?

Oh my soul. Let me be in you now.

Look out through my eyes.

Look out at the things you made.

All things,

shining.


How far do I need to go,

did I need to travel more than the width of a hair on my arm to find what one man can spend his whole life looking for.

Wednesday night rhetoric to be sure, but significant to me.