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Another night shift from hell loomed heavily in her mind "How did I become a pimper's paradise?" Maybe it stemmed from childhood abuse & unworthiness Or just being abandoned to fend for herself? "Just one more month of this and I'll be free" She had saved what the world judged to be ill-got gains, meticulously... Her devotion to the path of redemption kept hope alive She strived for self-forgiveness and paused to pray As eventide sang a melodic farewell to another day... She kept her secret from the congregation & the Reverend, too For would the Reverend truly practice what she preached? Or the congregation refrain from casting the first stone? Her secret remained between her & God, alone... I omitted to mention that she volunteered at the soup kitchen And fed the homeless every day, including Sunday Where there is Love, there is always a way... She had also been studying for a philosophy degree online Which was almost complete Her internal alarm reminded her that it was time to hit the street... Not every story has a happy ending, but this one does She spent the remainder of her life in service Serving those in need became her joy After all, who are the 'others' when there is only One? Her heart became the abode of Peace & Love ~ God's will was done...
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May 6
May 6, 2026 at 10:14 AM UTC
Night Shift
Another night shift from hell loomed heavily in her mind "How did I become a pimper's paradise?" Maybe it stemmed from childhood abuse & unworthiness Or just being abandoned to fend for herself? "Just one more month of this and I'll be free" She had saved what the world judged to be ill-got gains, meticulously... Her devotion to the path of redemption kept hope alive She strived for self-forgiveness and paused to pray As eventide sang a melodic farewell to another day... She kept her secret from the congregation & the Reverend, too For would the Reverend truly practice what she preached? Or the congregation refrain from casting the first stone? Her secret remained between her & God, alone... I omitted to mention that she volunteered at the soup kitchen And fed the homeless every day, including Sunday Where there is Love, there is always a way... She had also been studying for a philosophy degree online Which was almost complete Her internal alarm reminded her that it was time to hit the street... Not every story has a happy ending, but this one does She spent the remainder of her life in service Serving those in need became her joy After all, who are the 'others' when there is only One? Her heart became the abode of Peace & Love ~ God's will was done...
Redemption is possible even though 'others' May judge and deem it impossible... To the Nameless One ~ nothing is impossible And piousness doesn't always mean a good 'person' Love in action does....Purity of the Heart.. thank you for reading..Kim
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May 6
May 6, 2026 at 10:14 AM UTC
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