Standing. Still.

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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