When the New World Comes for Me
WhovianPastor
They come in the night.They come in the quiet.They come in the shifting of laws, in the stillness, in the dark.With hands folded in prayer and lips curled in claws.…
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“Through the Storm, Through the Sun”; a spoken word about love
They tell you love is beautiful,that it glows like city lights on a quiet night,that it feels like warm hands on cold skin,like laughter spilling over candlelit dinners,like the perfect…