31.1.11

Friend

When you craned your neck to look for God, you invited me
I always came
When you dove in the depths of unknowns and water-filled craters that looked black and scary, you invited me
I always came

You kept me in the water, I kept you afloat
Our feet were always wet, our hands always dirty
Our hearts clean with the purified air of God's breath

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