Walk the rails under a high blue sky. Find the sag in the leaning fence, and step--carefully--over rusted wire. Follow a peninsula of blond grasses through a lake of loam, and come, at last, to the timber's edge where gray branches trace the sky and rose hips curl near purple canes.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Afraid
Sure, I'm afraid of being consumed. But if You're doing it-- it's okay. Do what You must. I trust You. You and I have gone a ways together.
What I'm really leery of is being used up by people claiming to speak in Your name.
yep.
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