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278: Asking for Bread

I don’t know what God looks like,

but I know how big the sky is.


I don’t know how to fall in love,

but I know that it’s happened

like I know the sound of your voice. 


I don’t know how to slow down in a hurry-up world,

but I know how to make soup from scratch,

how to light candles, how to listen for the rain. 


And I don’t know how to stop the wars. 

What I would give to stop the wars. 

But I know that you cannot kill a person asking for bread, 

simply because you are afraid. 



Written by Sarah A. Speed // Writing the Good

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