Stepping Stones
STEPPING STONES
“my songs in the house of my pilgrimage” — Psalm 119:54
The floor—as I’m sure we’re all
aware—is lava. I needn’t tell
you, then, that getting from here
to there will require
an extra dose of creativity from
those of us yet exiled in the living room,
will necessitate we make
unexpected combinations of the resources
available. Ours is a bric-a-brac
path we craft one tip-toe at a time,
balancing on what we know
while reaching for what we don’t,
thus picking our careful way across
the floor-plan of our sojourn
to the narrow hall which leads
to the high ground of the king bed.
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