To supersize our characters
We like fantasy
To give them magic powers
We like sci-fi
So that they can do what we can’t
We think that
We’re so boring
We don’t bother to
Know each other
In our quest for the
Latest book
Latest movie
Latest tale of great adventure
Who cares about real life?
But thinking that,
You get caught in the trap,
And miss the adventure
Of knowing next-door lives
A doctor with the heart of a pyromaniac
With endless time
For teens in his youth group or at his house
For building a twenty foot bonfire
And then going to look for more wood
Because it’s still not big enough
With boundless energy
And always time for two on two
With garbage cans for basketball hoops
Do you know
The woman around the corner
Who gave up her daughter for adoption
Then spent forty years searching for her
Scouring the internet
Poring through phone books
Hiring P.I.s
If you’re not sure of the difference
Between love and being used
Just ask her
Her second husband paved the way
Prayed the way
To reunion
With her daughter
Have you talked with
The ninety-year-old lady
Who fell and broke her hip
Laid outside for more than three hours
And never noticed the agony
Because she was lost in the wonder
Of watching the grass grow
The doctor's said she'd never walk again
Three months later, she was back in her home,
Living alone,
Because she chose
to Walk again
By faith.
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