Dave Baab, a dear saint of a man I knew from our church, died this week. It gets me missing so many that have gone on this year, last year, and the year before that, and so on…
Destination You
Someone asked me a week ago
Where would you go
right now
Could you go anywhere?
So many places jumped
Through my mind
But many of those spaces
Are not occupied
With the people I
loved
When I was there
They are gone
Swept away by time
That marches forward
But my feeling of
being caressed
By caring in those
Countries, cities,
towns,
Churches, rehearsal and
green rooms,
Apartments, hotel
rooms, homes,
Theaters, school
rooms, restaurants,
Bedrooms, bathrooms, kitchens,
Porches, barns, playfields,
Trails, dirt roads, wooden
bridges,
Beaches, les Calanques,
ponds,
These places hold
special picnics
Late night
conversations
Confessions and
wonderings aloud
That split me open to
a whole new world
Because someone was
there to be with
That mattered and
listened
Spending more than
just time
But giving me gifts
Wrapped up in bright
love
That is a place I can’t
return to
With so many that are
only spirits
In my memories or
never to be
Captured again because
We were to be only in
there
For that instant when
we needed
Each other in that
place
If I could go anywhere
It would be there
Again, with you
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