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A collection of original poems composed of every word I left unsaid. This letter is addressed to the church for its mission faces the ground rather than the heavens. To the elected people for greed is an infection easily caught but rarely cured. And to my brothers and sisters for I tell you that love has moved into the neighborhood. Comfortable is a sickness easily caught. Why do we build walls between our brothers and sisters and ourselves? By the .
AnD YoU MaY TaKe My HearT AwAy. I FeLt iiT ChanGe Me.
The last time I wrote, I spoke of the troubles and the storm I was enduring. Maybe in the next few posts I will retell of the faithfulness and blessing of a loving God. Post was not sent - check your email addresses! .
My personal journey to lose myself, and win back my wardrobe. That I wanted to vomit. My job is not everything it had been. It has diminished in its enjoyment. I no longer look forward to coming into work, but it pays the bills. And while it pays the bills, I look for other opportunities. Posted by Tony Porter on April 22.