Loving the Others

From Worrier to Warrior 1 Minute

When comes our great Lord?

The meadows are ripe with sheep;

Forget not ninety-nine.

I am here, my loves.

I am everywhere you gaze.

Fear not, little flock.

Published by Let Me Reintroduce Myself

She wrote with sound and fury. She wrote like a warrior poet. And, she won her freedom.

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