I wrote this many years ago…trying to heal my broken heart..
Hope Train
I’m on the San Jose light rail and I’m imagining it to be Europe and
I’m passing through new landscapes and uncharted territory. I peek
Out through the unwashed window, finger printed with palms of tiny
Souls that had once believed this town to be of their hopes and
Dreams- a voice in the background reminds me that there’s hope yet.
It’s a child’s voice, speaking in her home tongue, lots of roundy sounds
And an unsurpassing enthusiasm and excitement about this train ride,
a silent ride for some who are tired of the day or of a life chosen for them.
I’m on a plane now…if he was here I would kiss him continuously.
I can see him now sitting next to me in this airplane seat. I still have conversations with him,
My dream- isn’t this beautiful Emanuel, don’t u love that color? As I move on to
open my heart again to care for someone new…