Forgive me...
It’s the poet in me
Expressive words spill out of me
....tears...like written words fall from a chalk board, white and dusty, one aching, lonely letter at a time...
If we run...it’s waiting....if we stand...enshrouded in armor...flaming arrows of love, pain, and loss find their way into every crevice of being...
So we stand, solid flesh, engineered by God....
People can see us as we rise each day
We walk, we talk, we work, we move about like a heavenly robot made by...