I have boxes (mostly books cause it is hard to find English in print sometimes) to be shipped only God knows where
Clothes
Books
and (eventually art supplies)
These are under the back patio&
Life has now become so simple
My room is in this in-between place of not belonging to anyone
The unknown is simple
If one does not fear it
If I die, then I go to Christ
If I am wounded then God will make something beautiful of the wound
I am not afraid it all
& this leaving everything to go I do not know where
feels so normal
That makes you a wanderer then, a vagabond...
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