Wanderlust
my heart's children all
married traveling french gypsies
gracefully transforming them
into gospel preachers
true transformation begins
outside the realms
of pure comfort
existing without reason
wanderlust satisfies
their soul's prayers
gently cocooning life's
injuries with silken
band-aids wrapped ever-so
mercifully at the base
eternity planted as
seeds sowed casually
salvation weeps uncontrollably
Copyright © Christina Brown | Year Posted 2005
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