Stopped in the hallway,
felt Your Ghost brush against my feet and graze
smiling as You pass by, passing by.
I am in the hallway,
passing by, a life of passing by.
And this isn’t normal,
listening for Your voice.
I rest my forehead ‘gainst the cold smooth wall;
squeeze eyes shut and sigh.
So much warm spirit strangeness welling up
from within, though
this isn’t normal,
this isn’t normal at all,
not at all.