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Somehow, it was okay.
I met each mess with new strength.
People saw the change in me.
I thought it was the books I was reading,
The counselor I was seeing,
Because I had forgotten my dream.
I had forgotten God again.
Eight months later - Easter Sunday.
I heard a family, their prayers and God talk,
An alien language, but
Unlike ever before, I listened, wishing for their peace.
Then I remembered the gift God sent me
Through His Son, the gift of spiritual healing.
It was time to put my life together. |
Pieces
by Eva Haughie
Collage on paper
22''x28'' c.1991
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