Addison’s Walk
Will you take a walk with me?
I know you’re so busy. Let’s go anyway.
It's true, we don’t know each other well
And it might be a recipe for awkward silence.
It’s just that I'm tired of gazing at pixels
And eating highly palatable platitudes;
Also, this bandwagon is a bit too bumpy.
We can take a lap around the pond
And talk about what we love
And disagree about transubstantiation,
Because I feel Christ's presence more
When we do so face to face.
Then we’ll notice that bearded tree.
It will remind us of Ents, Tolkien, and Lewis.
As we come around the wooded bend,
We might see a stag scurry into the woods
And the thought will run through our minds:
Whether or not there are still quests
Left in this pragmatic, programatic world
But one of our phones will buzz and
In that quick glance, it will be gone.
Still, this walk was good for my soul, you?
Let’s go for another lap tomorrow.
Perhaps the stag will return for us.