Wind Blows through.I look down to see a void
Like embers on paper, holes burn through
Where my heart should be.
Wind blows through and I am stripped bare.
I am cold - no shelter -
Save for my mind to work through.
The coldness blasts like a wintery storm
Helpless - confused, so alone,
I drop to my knees.
New Day
Sun Rises, warm, shines clear.
Father speaks of Kindness, kindness, kindness
Kindness, service and love, infinitum.
Not all who are needy wear tattered clothes.
I drink from the well of Grace
for God has shown me the way, yet again.
Gratitude, Love, Awe, Humility.
I drop to my knees.
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