poetic interlude…give me a chance

From the chaos, You
Hold my heart and whisper
calm breezes of restful love
What does it do to me?
Cannot be defined,
but my heart is whole
mended and tended to,
able to bend
For what makes me turn
Away from Your love
other than that which
Does not serve?
Find the good in me;
My eyes are closed
to the imperfection
but will flutter for You
through grace unearned
and my Soul will soar.

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About Christina Moore

Originally from Portland, Maine, I now live in Chicago and work with extraordinary nonprofit organizations to help them champion their individual causes. My heart is in the 207, and my feet are on the ground in the 312. Enjoy readmoore!
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