One person's trash is another person's treasure... and that's ok.
I've written novels and stories because I need to and want to. But lately, I feel like I'm defending my humanity as much as my craft.
The sun through the clouds
made the sky feel vast
as we drove
the world suddenly felt
endless
all possible
full of warmth and wonder
because I was going
home
Writer. Pastor. Poet.
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