Mission, Texas.

My friend Treg is so talented.

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this song by him.

Admit One.

I clutch a tiny Ticket

wrinkled, dusted and Faded;

it tumbled Haphazardly

around, up and Down;

I run all over to Escape

and yet every time my eyes are Lifted,

it rests at our Feet.

with a final Surrender

I bend scrape my hands in the Dirt

and pull the ticket to my Chest.

I begin by shuffling to the Counter

voices whisper that this is Sill

a ticket, a Stupid

little gift to be Redeemed?

I quiver, hesitate and then Begin

to sloppily run like a new born Deer.

nothing will stop Me.

not Now.

I slam it on the ticket Counter

and scream Redemption!

immediately I am wrapped in a Tight,

smothering Warmth.

an embrace so new and yet Known.

familiar and Overwhelming.

Majesty.

Finally.