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In the middle of a raging thunderstorm in Congress Square,
I held you in my arms and we kissed.
And maybe I'm just a dreamer, but we found something that night -didn't we?
Like a deep need for miracles, or some renewed togetherness in knowing
there are places we'll never go
and people we'll never meet.
Maybe it was just desperate looks and needy bones,
calloused hands and hushes thoughts,
hurried words and locked doors,
and an unexpected whisper of God's good name
under your breath.
Maybe it was just a thunderstorm
and you, a muse...
Or maybe we're both still looking at Him
every time it rains.
I know I am.
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