Standing.
Still.
Weathering the storm.
Wondering why when the why is clear.
Feeling cheated. Feeling robbed.
Looked around.
The worst parts were taken.
Like a fool in the dark...
I look around and I am not alone.
I am content and safe.
In the arms of the Father, Son, and the Spirit.
Refusing to stand alone.
Trusting but not depending
Covered and loved by my community.
My brothers.
I thought I was alone but I looked around and there were tall, strong, aged trees who have weathered so many storms...
And knew I needed back-up.
Showed up.
Stood still.
Supported.
Together.
Yours faithfully,
Qavah.
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