WHO WE ARE

Whispers become twisted words

within the shadows of curtains;

the uncertainty of thoughts.

 

Fields are full of stonewalls.

Like good works stacked unevenly;

boasting and chest thumping.

 

Each day confirms the grace we

have received to welcome the

certainty of who we are.

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