church is poetry. poetry is life.
a life well lived. 

look into another’s eyes,
what do you see?
they say everything is ok,
masquerading lies,
their soul screaming in disbelief.

helpless, the healer,
sees the child
broken, in pain,
wondering how
anything will change.

Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.  James 1:27

Peace, J


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