Midnight dreaming of a place
in the Midwest where the
where trouble and the complexity of life would rest in,
summer nights that serenaded a
young adolescent with permanent nostalgia.
I still see the reflection from the tv
painting the walls with a light blue.
Prayers paved in such a way that
even my young mind began to see
traits of God traced throughout this second home.
Sunday living rooms filled with dialogue
which I digested, and this planted seeds
inside that still reside.
Self confidence, a relationship with God
that I would never hide.
Summer vacation packed in the back seat
in route to vacation Bible school
where tools were sharpened that
would later give me the edge over this sharp world.
Nighty prayers at the edge of the bed
humbled hearts and bowed heads;
headed in the direction of this calling.
Though life’s earthquakes became
more violent with each step.
For the first time I developed the fear of falling,
fearful of forgetting these important lessons;
none more important than how to be Christ like,
these midnight trains to Ohio were surely a blessing.