in forgiving, I receive.
in wanting more than what is,
I feel empty.
when forgiving occurs
by grace,
I receive.
there are no words for what is received.
I feel the hollow hallowed reed space of this body,
being breathed
into the song of myself.
dear Walt, these last words came naturally out of myself which is also you.
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