A Mini Poetry Blog
“After you die and go to heaven and meet your husband again, will he be thirty-three or seventy or eighty? And how old will you be? It would be strange for you, over seventy, to meet him at thirty-three.” I asked her one day. She was Anglican and had a very strong faith. She firmly…
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Meet me when you have rested; Meet me when you have watered the seed of loving-kindness in you; Meet me when you have confronted your fear, embraced your suffering; Meet you when you have cared for the wounded child in you. *** Meet me when you have let go the devil of pride; Meet me…
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