Looking for Air

When will life lead me to myself

A piece of marble to be chiseled

To uncover gifts and grace

When will life lead me to you

A tide that presses the driftwood to shore

To carry and conjoin

When will life lead me to God

A bud bursting to meet sun

A bird, mid-flight, looking for air.

-Nicholas Bellacicco

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