Wednesday, February 22, 2017


Isn’t it amazing
That in the midst of nowhere
God places his nicest beauties
In the places where feet trod, unbeholden,
Stomping the life out of it all
Completely unaware, uncaring, of the life being crushed

Yet right there is where His beauty lies
Right there is the place where I can decide
To keep on crushing with these weather-worn boots
Or to stop and cherish the moment

I think I’ll stay right here for a while

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