sometimes i wonder what sort of heart i am building.
new places, new people
getting to a place of near understanding
only to leave.
any sort of community that could have been -
covered with a blanket of snow
on to something new.
... snow is good,
but it is also cold.
it's not that there's anything to run from
yet a schedule tells me it's time to go.
i don't know how much more i can handle.
yet somehow
new places will arrive
and we will find ourselves welcomed;
people become friends.
...finding friendship can be a challenge,
but once found it is warm.
Dear Lord, might you bring some insulation from this biting cold?
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you should assemble a book of prayers like this. i would pray them too. you have quite a knack for written expression, brothre.
Your sista wrote the words that I was thinking. You have quite a knack. You write the mumbo jumbo in my heart that i can't articulate. Thanks for sharing.
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