This is my Camino. Welcome.

Scrawled on a scrap of paper

So often my love means
routine and I am not
one for routine,
generally, nor
am I naturally
disposed to it.
But, here I am,
at 6:47 a.m., anyway,
God, because I know I can’t do
any of this without
You, as tempting
as it might be to try.

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