It’s been a looooong time since I’ve tried my hand at poetry (most of it happened back in the angsty days of high school musings). I’ve been reading a book (for a day now) called Notes From the Tilt-a-Whirl, and it is this illuminating and refreshing, whimsical and weighty work of philosophy and apologetics and poetry in prose. But more on that later when I’ve finished the book and can give a full critique. In the meantime, I fell into a nap after reading it this evening, and I woke up composing poetry in my head. I jumped up, grabbed the computer, and connected head to hands and started typing. This is what I ended up with, and this should give a picture (albeit fuzzy and incomplete) of how I feel during this strange, frustrating, and hope-filled long-distance engagement. Continue reading “Just As We Are”