It was not my choice to depart. I felt called.
I went with appreciation and expectation,
If not enthusiasm.
After all, I have a very nice life at home.
Every day away, I saw beautiful things.
Every day away, I had reason to be gone.
Even so, I returned with gratitude
To my own life, my own space, my own people.
My friends remain in a distant city,
Far from their people, their space,
Their life.
I cry out on their behalf, O God.
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