They rode an elevator in silence. Too-precipitous intimacy had left in its wake a kind of dirty awkwardness.

Dear Lord,' he said. 'let me be like Aron. Don’t make me mean. I don’t want to be. If you will let everybody like me, why, I’ll give you anything in the world, and if I haven’t got it, why, I’ll go for to get it. I don’t want to be mean. I don’t want to be lonely. For Jesus’ sake, Amen.

Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.

I have a friend who holds me tight when everyone abandons me. His name is Jehovah God

Written By Prezigha Fafi

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