Cracked and Broken
I wait.
For what I know is coming – Relief.
In the form of a kind word
In the form of grace and forgiveness for being inconsistent.
In the form of a sunset showing off her colors.
In the form of a country where everyone with different shades of skin can drive down the street without fear or hyper-vigilance.
In the hope that over time the cracks are smaller –
the brokenness more connected to other humans
Waiting in the desert
For His Reign
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