Right Now
The wounded, once solid wood, begs for new life.
"let me breathe"
The pollened air is ready to roll across the dull and shiny surfaces once again.
The Now Holy boards with gnarled metal seeping from its pours, begs for new life.
"let me be joyous"
The crisp smell of lemon Waiting to flow and push and pull again.
The squeaky grooved tongues, beg for new life.
"let me be whole again"
The connected smooth surface seeks riders.
The old oak that is beaten, bruised, and dented, begs for new life.
"let me be renewed"
The warm red soothing wood pushes through for the better eternity it deserves
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