Thursday, December 25, 2014
streets of gold // turn the tide
as i ran, i listened;
as i listened, i felt.
i reached the end,
and made my way to the corner:
we are here to love each other, serve each other, and uplift each other.
as i stood, i listened;
as i listened, i heard.
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the wind turbulent,
yet restorative--
gusts so strong,
nearly forcing me to the ground.
but i just stood there,
holding on--
gripping the fence
with both hands:
grounded, protected, and at peace.
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