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Scheduled Rest-
you sweet beautiful thing,
thrumming your wheels under me
in roads to a home in these hills,
Scheduled Peace-
sweet angel of mercy
messenger of hope, breathing
in the rib of my bones;
I'm laughing tearing joy
given by an act of God.
We could've been broken too much
but not here.
Here this is Scheduled recreation
with God. I couldn't know how deep
this goes - not till I got here- alone
with God.
We learned this young, we ran alone, rested in trees, ran with the winds, unafraid : this I see once more: the need to come apart alone
with God.
Daily writing prompt
Describe a decision you made in the past that helped you learn or grow.
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