Alone
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The Halting Prayer
🍃 6 pm brrr. Our city looks like an Impressionist Painting of smog. Jita peers back through the tiniest opening of her door. We used to be good friends, now she lets none of us in. The last time we tried, the eyes were like glass. Her nephew’s family visits on occasion. Jita lost her Continue reading
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Hold on.
A beautiful thing it can be to seemy foot prints in unread sands, in places angels might dread and eagles fear…. ah that, where the Love of God leads… you got to hold on though, to that invisible Hand that made the sands…. (From conversations with my friend Eva who can teach a camel a Continue reading
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What did it feel like, Jesus?
Alone, all the way. No likes or approval. Not a single friend that deadly Friday. After all the miracles and love, everything died. No visitors in your cell, no long last hugs except the 40 lashes. Your last Song, a lone cry, “Father forgive them they know not what they do.” Sometimes I feel You Continue reading
