Friday, June 10, 2011


A quick moment between friends, I lifted clasped hands to show her the wound. My eyes brimmed with tears. I covered my heart again to slow the bleed.

"You should give it to God," she said.

I looked at her.

"I don't think I know what that means. How do you give this to God? I want to. It sounds good. But how do you do that?"

Writing today at 66 Books.

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