Posted in faith, life, original

Tequila For Dinner

No one home
No one there
Bleak and hazy
Nothing is clear

He stumbles to the ground
He’s at his lowest
Tears are falling
No one cares

A hand reached out to him
Out of nowhere
Comforting, warm
It was home
It was Him
He was saved

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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