We felt sorry for coming and awkward with our hands and

Lack of bandages and sorry about the man who kept

Not making sense and the woman holding a doll instead

Of her baby.


The river of need and hunger; the raw

angry, desperate pain of brokenness. We discovered

Our need for forgiveness was far deeper than expected.


The water cooler, coming up so sweet

Lungs gratefully gulping. The air extra rich

as if a thunderstorm was brewing

and John himself kneeling before the next one to come.


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