Different Pen
Summers and solitude, winters and wistfulness. God, Arctic snow and strawberries.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
empty-handed and alive
Walking to the bank,
crossing the street in the mid-day rush,
and I felt my faith die.
Sitting in the shop,
waiting for customers,
and I felt my heart break.
I survived my death, again.
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