What about the Fallen People?

Another one fell today.  I heard of her…a stranger with two names.              Felt unloved.                             Didn’t trust.                                               Slowly ducked out of, place of worship. I hear of him. A young one. Betrayed by those betrothed to.              From servant to drug seeker.                             A fallen one.                                               Fell due to, a broken preacher. I read of her.  The questioning one.              […]

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What Are My Motives?

I sit, fingers curled, floating over keyboard. Screen staring at me.  White with hope of words. Effortlessly, instinct calls me to dart off like a jet, streaming words before me…. ….Leaving trails of thoughts behind me.    But this time…..I want to stop.  First.  Examine my motives. Why am I writing?  Why do I take the time […]

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