your story
an open letter addressed to you
ruffled, broken, bent on the table
good news, bad news, you just don’t know
pregnant expectation attacks your stomach
the clock hand is now moving slowly
the paper in your hands is rough
the words are small
piercing your eyes with emotion
you taste excitement once again
paradise warped into wasteland
then stunned back into something beautiful
freedom strangled by the heat of idolatry
beauty, justice, relationships
the vandalization of shalom; the triumph of grace
from a garden-park to a holy city
This is your story
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