Trees make a tunnel,
red and orange foliage,
branches arched over roads.
Headlights cut haze,
that crawls across streets
leaves give themselves to wind,
dance and tumble in decay.
This warmth reminds me
of mid-May, when crocuses
reach up like tiny fingers.
I study the sky, the widening
blue canvas pushing out gray.
I want to raise my hands, reach
towards sunlight. Foolish, maybe,
to whisper a prayer to prolong
the warmth, and stretch these days
before winter’s howls and gusts,
when I will wake and clench bed sheets,
the way I squeeze the steering wheel now,
driving through mid-morning fog.
©2018 Brian Fanelli
https://brianfanelli.com/
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I am a Christian in recovery following four decades of active addiction. I have a B.S. in Psychology and an M.A. in Theological Studies from Colorado Christian University, and I will be pursuing an M.A. in Divinity at Denver Seminary in May 2021. My focus is on evangelism and apologetics, doctrinal studies, and working with individuals struggling with mental health and substance abuse issues. To me, there is no "higher power" than Jesus Christ, who broke the chain of addiction in my life. I will be seeking a position as a prison chaplain and/an associate or teaching pastor upon completing my MDiv. I am currently looking for a position at a drug and alcohol rehab, where I intend to work during the three-year master's program at Denver Seminary. I believe in the power in the Name of Jesus to break every chain. I believe counseling must include discipline, and discipling must include counseling.
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