a hardwood floor curls its toes
a couch with comfort holds the wall
rugs of connection hold it all;
what we doubted we no longer do
thoughts of freedom flow like water
endless joy hangs from the ceiling;
ribbons of life float through the air
cold snowmen deliver presents of hope
and we acknowledge what we knew
as the process redeems us all again.
21Dec16
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