Poetry: Ephemeral

I find you 

in quiet hours,

sacred corners,

moonlit skies,

in transit, 

in stillness, 

in prayer.

It is 


- Washington D.C., March 2018

I wrote this in Dahlgren Chapel almost one year ago. I consider it as the simplest but also the most honest poem I’ve ever written. I think I’m the type of person who could never ‘unlove’ someone, and this poem holds all the goodwill and tenderness I will always have for every person who had walked with me at some point in my life.