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Writer's pictureCatherine L. Haws

God Provides the Words

When you’re depressed

By the

Sunshine

When you’re scrolling past

Other people’s

Baby announcements

When you’re called out

For missing

A deadline

When you’re given news

You never

Asked for

When you’re wrung out

Of tears

Like a rag

God provides the words.

Like bread on the doorstep.

Like two Ben Franklins over the phone.

Like the basement in the middle of town.

Like the painted rock in the woods.

Like the fleas in Ravensbrück.

Like the swapped door prize.

Like the library book before my eyes.

God

Provides.




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