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I didn’t forget

By Rowan Finley Published 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Hungry healing

Lingers at altars

Holy

Come forward

It’s not as scary

as it feels like at first

Prayers

Like incense

Immerse me

Raise my hands

With praise

Warm loving

Hands prop

Me up

From falling

To my grave

I’m made well

The rest

Of the world

I will tell

Urgency in

His loving

Affection

In their eyes

Not hateful

Malice

And signs

Of condemnation

But hope

Affirmation

Gracefully

Placed in

The hands

Of a loving God

Cherished

By the Father

Filled with

Love from

The cloud

Of witnesses

And angel

Kisses

And celebratory

Welcoming

Home

To a home

I just now

Discovered

For the first

Time

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About the Creator

Rowan Finley

Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.

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    Written by Rowan Finley