flat on top of people, of survivors
sleeping in the streets because
roofs no longer symbolize safety;
about those who sit snugly in
studios and speak for God with
ungodly arrogance and ignorance,
and those who are helping quietly;
about the helplessness that haunts
my heart on nights like this, when
the best I can do is write and wonder
why that’s the best I can do.
by Milton. Via High Calling Blogs.
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