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The mist glistens
with life
the dust inhales
breath
forms and stands
man
from the earth comes
created in
a heavenly form
the image
made like Them
of God
in the beginning
Elohim
Hallelujah
Amen
About the Creator
Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. β€οΈ
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The Piggy Project
Iβve had so many names in this life I lose track of which ones were ever really mine and which ones I wore because someone needed me to. Some were handed to me before I had words to refuse them, before I knew what they meant, before I knew I could say no. Most werenβt meant to hurt. That doesnβt mean they didnβt leave marks. Marks that told me who I belong to, who I am by way of who claims me, recognizes me in the good and bad, who walks beside me.
By Fatal Serendipitya day ago in Confessions
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I like that you wrote about faith like me.