True Patience cares only for god's timing comong to meet what arises rather than reaching out with arms filled with will and won't. A quiet storm has taken my name. The tattered flags of memory and hope fly at half mast. Still, my heart beats with awe and affection. Tears have cleared my eyes enough... Sign in to see full entry.
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