
on Sunday
I woke up to droplets
of rain tap dancing on
my windows.
“God is crying. He is
not pleased with us.”
Made in his image, yet
we destroy everything we
touch.
I would cry, too.
And, I do.
on Sunday
I woke up to droplets
of rain tap dancing on
my windows.
“God is crying. He is
not pleased with us.”
Made in his image, yet
we destroy everything we
touch.
I would cry, too.
And, I do.
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