Never Alone

I want to and cannot have
Strive and do not attain

The void is deep and dark
There often I want to hide

But remember! I must remember
Where I have come from
Who calls me Their own

I am not some trash to be thrown out
Or some dirty rug to be beaten clean

I am adopted
Chosen by grace
Never alone

A.C.

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A.C.

Herding small children on the green hills of New Zealand. Hasn’t lost one over the cliffs yet.

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