“You missed your calling,”
she scolded, like I
had wasted my words;
spilled them all over
a church newsletter,
as if I couldn’t answer
the phone because
of all the crying.
And I thought, God help me,
it’s not too late
to write it all down.
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I only just love it and completely understand. Selah
Malaika, I’m glad this touched a chord with you. Thanks for letting me know.