Problems of yesterday persist
today came after yesterday
chapter 5 after four
punk before post-punk
But God is leading me
He is present in the dark places
in my bed at night
when the bully’s whispers
won’t leave
He is there
in my grossness—
He waded through it
It is good to reflect
on these things
Thank you God for
scenic highways on the trip
I realize I’ll go through Seattle
at the height of rush hour—
But it’s nice to see the Chuckanuts
on the way.
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