31 Tuesday May 2022
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by home another way, life, love, redemption, salvation, saved, truth
had the storm
avoided sundays
like I had
most all my life
wading somewhere
out beyond the light
dirty hands
a knowing smile
saved me time
and time again –
before
the rain came down
before my last
amen
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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