Someone told my mother,
“Do not worry about her.
God has woven her story;
She is safely in His hands.”
I have a new song,
a hit already on Heaven’s radio.
I wonder if I will ever
record it in the studio.
But if not,
the draft I made
on my phone
will do the honors,
bringing smiles
where they are needed most.
A date is promised,
an open door,
yet I do not know
where it will lead.
About the Creator
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The Lesions of Devotion
Every day I set myself down on the freshly cut lawn and strip myself bare. I take my guitar and finger the frets and pick at the strings, listening for dissonance. My life is dissonance. I twist the tuning pegs until each string sounds bright. Then I kneel, calves pointing behind me, kneecaps facing forward. All exposed to the breeze. I close my eyes and play the melody.
By Paul Stewart6 days ago in Fiction
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