A Quiet Heart

Strangely I am not proud of my headache today.
The truth is we were not made for earth.
But I am holding on to a tree that will never fall.
A tree older than time.
A quiet heart, a quiet kindness.

Rolling up my sleeves

Rowing, rowing, and rowing.

for within reach of every prayers

is the maker of the ocean.
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