Rest. The space between the words. The gap between the lines. The pauses between the paragraphs. The breathing in and breathing out. Maybe things would be different if we all learned to rest. And maybe it will shock you if I say the God of the Bible is a God of rest. In a worldContinue reading “Koala// Rest”
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Come Home (poem)
Come home, though your face is dirty, though you smell like trash
Come home, though you’ve got nothing left
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