A Year of Living
Saturday, April 16, 2011
You are woven into every moment.
My life's weaving is halted.
The stitches stop.
unfinished
When the threads will move again
I don't know.
I pray for you out in the great beyond.
I pray to have your courage.
I pray to find my own.
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