Old friends feel like

refrigerating rain on a tropic summer day,
a slice of sticky-sweet name-your-berry pie,
a storm-blown trail still recognized,
a chortle from the gut that makes you cry,
grinning like a chimp behind a speedboat,
forearms like putty, inner-child aflame,
a tickle in your toes on rollerblades,
bodysurfing like a boss on Atlantic waves,
shifting through the turns on backroads,
strength and peace vibrating under ancient oaks,
a hidden field that never fails to yield
fruits worth a dance, a hallelujah, a feast.

1. What word, phrase, or image in today’s poem captures your attention, draws emotion, or catches your breath?

2. Consider reading the poem again slowly. Then spend some time in listening prayer. Is there an invitation you sense God extending to you in today’s poem? A kindness being offered? A reminder?

3. Are there any old friends coming to mind? Consider praying for them or shorting them a quick text to tell them that you love them.

I’d love to hear your thoughts on today’s poem! Consider sharing your favorite line or a thought it’s brought about.

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