Thoughts for august.
dear august…
three cups of coffee..i sat there and waited…with no anxious thought..i enjoyed the emptiness of the place..the waiters were pleasant not at all over whelming..
i wrote a few pages and i asked Him to find me…and He did..a timely meeting set up for two..just me and Him..He waited.. He waited for me to come…
they let me stay till the diner closed and i walked out with my shadow..and a peace that could never be explained…He found me…
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