Essays on the self
The public thoughts of a private Christian
Sunday, June 26
something new, something old
Everything I had before died because it was dying
and I don't want something dead.
I don't want a barnyard of dying animals,
a kitchen of rotting fruit.
I want you
alive and awake
healthy and strong
happy,
and to belong.
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