I wake and enjoy my moments of coffee.
I read your words up.
I taste them but they don't dig deep, they don't sink in.
I fight to have the joy.
I give thanks through clenched teeth.
I write your truth words on my hand in hopes that their power will be like the ink and soak deep into my veins.
I speak harsh to you. No kindness in my dialogue.
Yet....
You are relentless in your tenderness.
You send one of my besties with coffee and kind loving truth words right into the store.
You send bubbles of hugs and laughter.
You send steak and wine on a new barbeque.
You're pushing out my bitterness and hurt with your tender love and mercy.
I'm in awe of your workings.
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