Sunday, August 31, 2014

prose

I am not alone
Christ is in my heart
Speaking

I walk the street. Wipe a tear from a homeless woman, andshake hands in exchange 
with
Another......

I an. Not alone
For he Is with me,  in me, speaking thru me

In. Emotion, it grasps my heart
And I need only to be in nature
And I am grateful

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