There are angels among us with imaginary wings
Their holiness is tied on with duct tape and strings
The words they may sing are littered with verses
That may sound quite a bit like unholy curses
Their divinity true if not a bit tarnished
Their brassy demeanor with scriptures varnished
You may not believe that they’re here to protect
Their offerings of prayer are effortless to reject
If your heart is opened to the blessings they give
You’ll never be without as long as you live.
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Life is a patchwork of moments — laughter, solitude, everyday joys, and quiet aches. Through scribbled stories, I explore travels both far and inward, from sunrise over unfamiliar streets to the comfort of home. This is life as I see it, captured in ink and memory. Stick around; let's wander together.
Hosanna High Community Burial Project
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
...just a voice from the eastern Himalayan summits...
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
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Mare Martell 
Kind of what we were talking about the other day!
But let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an everflowing stream. Amos 5:24
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