Monday, July 9, 2012

Writing to God Traveling


My house: kitchen, living room, bedrooms, bathrooms, hallway

My neighborhood: Ash, 1st, 7th, Madison

My town: church, park, library, WalMart

My world is small but I know You are big enough

to care for the smallest of things.

Sometimes I feel my life is the short end of the stick,

that I should be out more

going, doing, being, stretching, growing.

But for now I’m like that grain of sand in the oyster,

perhaps just an irritant to the world,

but if I persevere, maybe something beautiful, like a pearl.

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