Someone, Somewhere, Has a Broken Heart
This morning, inside church ... song, Word, and Spirit
Outside ... golden sun, new buds, old rocks, meditate before the next breeze -
Hesitant to dance, or sing through tall grasses and trees?
For exiles too numberless, more than those who left Egypt with Moses,
Stare from tiny windows: exiled from joys this Earth holds before Heaven
(c) 20170326, A. Deo with Shalom Blessings for Everyone
Copyright © Anil Deo | Year Posted 2017
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