dear lord i
want to do
things i will
not regret eternally
i sleep in
your hammock love
i am no
longer in
hiding
but rather waking
to the silence
of my hut
to the how-are-you-this-mornings
of the secret friend
and friends
singing
songs
to
each other as
the semis roar
by on the
highway headed for
nyc or maybe
bridgeport
dear lord thank
you for life
for this hut
for this blanket
please wrap your
grace around those
who are doing
without wrap it
around me that
i may wrap
it around others
heal us and
we'll be healed
save us and
we'll be saved
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 11:49 AM UTC
dear lord i
want to do
things i will
not regret eternally
i sleep in
your hammock love
i am no
longer in
hiding
but rather waking
to the silence
of my hut
to the how-are-you-this-mornings
of the secret friend
and friends
singing
songs
to
each other as
the semis roar
by on the
highway headed for
nyc or maybe
bridgeport
dear lord thank
you for life
for this hut
for this blanket
please wrap your
grace around those
who are doing
without wrap it
around me that
i may wrap
it around others
heal us and
we'll be healed
save us and
we'll be saved
mapinduzi
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