After Isaiah 65:17-25
I met a man from
a faraway place,
his eyes tired
and
his shoulders
dropped
with burdens
cast upon him,
a young man who
had seen
too much and not
enough,
trapped between
hope
and despair, I
met a man
from a faraway
place, eyes
filled with pain
and hurt,
and I told him
hope
exists, it’s
coming as
in the promise,
and the image
in the mirror
cracked
and spoke back
to me.
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