I still remember that night in the hotel
Weeks before seeing the wall
Glistening oil appeared on my right foot
I scratched it vertically, and lightly before sleeping
Morning came and it ate away all my flesh
Its scab formed and cracked and leaked every step thereafter
Beginning to heal
Only when I returned
Grabbing my ladder to heaven
Which I intentionally left behind
Wrestling with God
To receive the blessing
Pondering the cause of dread
The fear of being found
The pseudonyms
The churches visited
The lacks of assurance
The constant, confident hopes
The mountains of cardboard
The horse on one of its peaks
Imagining that we’d walk that yellow brick road together
And watch Jesus walk by
Living with all those good samaritans
Dying for their Lord
But by the time I could see the wall, my foot healed
Only say a word and my soul shall be healed, too
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