Grace and Peace
The man had wished us
In his precious letter.
The one coming down
From Heavenly bounty
Free and marvelous.
The other like a calming
Pond receiving
With surprise.
And we had suffered
So many ways.
Despair.
Dissipation.
Disasters.
Dreams so terrible.
Doubtings.
But the man
Spoke of consolations
As a sort of currency
God-sent gumption.
Stored and made
Available to shore up
Others hurting the same.
A ministry born
Of horrible stuff
COME THROUGH.
TRUSTING.
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