Sixty-Two Miles of Healing

Sixty-Two Miles of Healing

As I headed South, the moon

peeked over the mountains

and winked through the clouds.

Music reached through the stereo

to put his fingers all over me

while the moon hoisted herself

higher until she danced, fat and full,

right in front of me, her orange glow

slipping through the cracks

in my heart, lighting the way for music

to find his way in too, their shining

and singing honoring the brokenness

that allowed them to enter.

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