I hope he sees...
My faith has always been bigger than that of a mustard seed.
I am always gratetful for the fleas.
Me.
All that I can be.
What I need.
I hope he sees...
My friends, and family.
My foes and enemies.
And goes to them all peacefully.
I hope he sees...
All that I want.
All I desire in my heart.
I hope he sees...
That what I wish for, is just for him to see everybody, the way he has seen me.
About the Creator
Sage Silva
I write the words I can not speak, it brings me comfort in ways I can’t explain, it has been the only way to process what goes on inside my head.
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