How do these words know me, know my quiet invisible experiences, my unspoken existence, that I often doubt is real until words as these let me know, that what I know, what I see, what I feel through all my senses in the silent spaces is real. And yet I don’t really understand how or why this is so true, and so I am grateful to hear that it is. Amen
How do these words know me, know my quiet invisible experiences, my unspoken existence, that I often doubt is real until words as these let me know, that what I know, what I see, what I feel through all my senses in the silent spaces is real. And yet I don’t really understand how or why this is so true, and so I am grateful to hear that it is. Amen