Promise Keepers.
The other night I met God again
and all of my friends from back home in the promise land.
They arrived the moment I announced my feelings of loneliness
And my wanting to gather with them
for the purpose of discussing
purpose.
They stood on each side of me forming a circle.
I clasped my hands together and fell into their knowledge, their confidence of rebirth
promising to share with my brothers and sisters.
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