December 2010
1 post
His.Kingdom.Will.Be.Bigger
I met a man in this coffee shop the other day.
Frazzled silver kissed hair. Eyes that shone blue in his youth but now tell the story of a decade of loneliness.
His hands were callused with years of maintenance work. Maintenance that paid the bills. Maintenance that helped his father. Maintenance that made penning his poetry that much sweeter.
This man’s name is Michael and I met him at a...