Shareen Newsletter

THE LETTER

Change
I feared
as much
as yearned
to know.
What will
I do, and
where shall
I go?
Will love
be there?

I remember
the year
of not
knowing,
punishing
loss,
labor
hard
and
faceless.

Humility
is
naked
patience.

I remember
hope
was a tent
in a
parking lot.

How they came!
Each one
carried with
her the pieces
of my redemption.

Though it
was I
that dressed
them,
it was they
who covered
me in the
raiment of
respect.

This is how
I first knew
that God
is real.

Shareen.



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