On a month’s notice, he took the job.

They sold their home, packed, and relocated

from a quiet lakeside home with a yard and trees

to a townhouse in a city of millions,

and millions.

To a concrete yard.

To a treasure hunt, of sorts, where—

while I’m here for a while—

we’re hunting the beautiful

in cracks and edges.

And when we skip to the beach,

we’re lighter than air.

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I can never escape from your Spirit!

I can never get away from your presence!

If I go up to heaven, you are there;

If I go down to the grave, you are there.

If I ride the wings of the morning . . .

If I dwell by the farthest oceans,

even there your hand will guide me,

and your strength will support me.

I could ask the darkness to hide me

and the light around me to become night—

but even in darkness I cannot hide from you.

—Psalm 139:7-12

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