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By: littlepeace March 31, 2013January 2, 2018
poetry

wedded

though i was sin-black

Your blood shed

has made me bride-white

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'life is either a great adventure or nothing.' --- helen keller

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About Amelia


I'm an editrix, a writer, a poet, a photographer, and a wielder of butter. I love Jesus because He loved me first.

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Today’s poem, petals, is now readable at the link on my bio. Hooray for sunshine!
I have a very vivid memory from my tweenage years of sobbing to God about something and saying “Oh, if i only knew — it would be so much easier.” On Easter Sunday I was talking with my pastor’s wife about a particular situation and she also said “I used to think that if I knew the outcome ahead of time, the waiting at least would be easier.” Now that I’m grown up I’m so glad God didn’t tell me the answer to that particular heart-rending question. And even though I still don’t like waiting for answers, I’m glad there are some things I can’t see in advance. Today’s poem, as a child, is about this, and you can read it at the link in my bio.
at the white house on the corner they’re having a tree cut down —a perfectly good tree, by the looks of things, with pale green baby leaves bursting from the branches — and through my open window i can hear a diesel engine idling and the conversational racket of the workmen

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