Park on Sycamore

people watching is so interesting

being alone in the park

-alone, as in: the only person I know that's here is God Himsef-


talking to Jesus

wondering if this may be a temporary spot

for us to spend quality time together

sitting in a rubber stretch that probably isn't actually a swing


a boy walks by on the sidewalk

on the other side of the fence

walking and dribbling a basketball

reminding me of my human


but it's still quiet

save for the ball, 

the occasional hit on the backboard of the hoop stand

and the few cars passing by


it's late

there are no kids here


but it's quiet enough

to where I can almost feel

the weight of His omnipresence


I could sit here forever

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