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Tonight in my room, I scribbled a prayer to Jesus:
Am I a fool?
For pouring prayers, investing emotions, sacrificing time
for one who never says “thank you”?
Like the pulsing Pacific– this relentless, forceful, curling tidal pipeline, this constant reception of well-traveled waters by patient rock and sand and cliff and isle, Like its indomitable eternal force– revving steady teal waters into chaotic white explosions, Erupting along mile after mile of unseen shore, Like this lunar heartbeat, steadfast through eons– every second an unsurpassed […]Read More Constant