I hear the wave
to discover one
beneath my skin

noise is a good deal on my mind
today.
I don't mean the sounds
that people make.
Just that rumbling, growling
scream
that comes up from the middle
of me.
I got so I didn't notice it
until it is a little absent.
This morning I found three slow
gray snails on a bush on the woods-trail.
And while I was weeding the mint
the wind started blowing
dandelion seeds toward me
and they grew wings and flew away.
Turns out they were termites.
Ordinary miracles-
until you figure in the absence of noise.

They stumble
   Not b/c they do not
Sea the path;
  They recognize/s?e theirs
      Amongst the metal web of [commuters'].

They pace
     Not because
they do not
                             Know;
They understand their choice-
    salter the way
        by which
     All others must go.

But her;
     She operates without falter,
     For she advocates for only Him and his alter.
     Not clouded by the trouble to the day:
    She soul-ly allowed to feel His undying'
                               agape.

  In matters dealing with her heart,
  she could never skip a beat.
  It is exactly that,
that continually brings her to Your feet.

**

So when the sun takes a break,
and begs the moon to shine;

remember the metal path to our hearts,
are all mended and intertwine.

The cold iron leads
to a common destination.
A common goal
we were sent here,
to achieve....

So won't you, PLEASE?
Meet me, at the
Iron Gates of {Union Station}.