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White Noise.

April 25, 2013

I tell my friends I’m a love drunk poet. I’m a hopeless romantic.

And I am not ashamed….

God crosses paths and it leaves me love drunk.

Maybe this is the poems He has for us? To tell our stories.
For shared truths.
Personal.
Divine.

And not the story that is mine but to hear the story of the soul bearing all that they wrestle and struggle with, right in front of our eyes, so that we would see the light and love of Him through the darkest hours they have lived.

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