Hiking finished with a stop at the beach - to dip feet in gentle water, to dip my heart into His poetry and revel. Ahh - He is so good.
He brings me to David, and gives words to the heart and soul, gives bounds to the body and purpose to the living:
we write together -
this man of passion.
wicked like me;
redeemed.
so often his words,
my words.
so often affirmed -
united
words of solidarity -
our shared prayers:
whispers,
shouts and songs
his words are His gifts.
his words are His light.
He chose his words
For him
For us
giving thanks for:
Em & others writing Imperfect Prose
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