On this Sunday may you dive into old places newly discovered
boldly expecting an encounter colored in the brilliant
Peek into the lives of sweet friends with the eyes of your heart
Push hard past the easy to bust open surprise
nestled deep in sweet remembering
glimpse back on that time
Pause, ponder, punch through a wall of distance, wall of years
Lasso in love a long lost memory that’s deep down deep resting
Bring it up sandy, bring it up breezy
Let it breathe
elizabeth w. marshall 