I guess if there is a gift,
It’s feeling close to you in spite of the rift,
You were flight free from a cliff,
Spiked my adrenaline,
Foregoing risk,
At what profit?
Name yourself Victor of a new story,
I will only ever possess no less than God given potential and hard won glory
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Published by Faithful Fractals: Poetic Prayers by April Barnhart MDiv
Heartland Native, Northwest transplant. April Barnhart is a graduate of Earlham School of Religion. Former Interfaith Chaplain and Pastor. April has been writing poetry and music for close to 30 years.
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