My Wednesday evenings are filled with stories. The stories belong to a community hidden or overlooked by those that matter. The past several days Denver has experienced late afternoon cloud bursts that have stretched into the evening. The soggy conditions made for a crowded coffee house last night and some shared stories that made up for the damp and cloudy situation. Although I've attempted to communicate in various ways the depth of spirituality that goes on in this environment it seems best told through poetry. Below is a poem that captures the essence of a conversation that took place between my friends, Julie and KickBack. Find me in your eyes
I don't want to scare you away, I just don't know how to invite you in...
My poems have been hidden for too long
My mistakes are written all over them
One thing I know, I have to keep going...
I have come a far ways from my family and I have found my home
The places I used to belong hardly know me anymore
I watch the lives of those who were once so close... from a distance now
Their lives full of all they wanted... their happiness filling my damp, cold soul with warmth
I will continue facing my challenges and conquering the discouragement that tries to invade
Listen to my story for a moment and then I will be gone, before you have the chance to leave me.
~ Julie Wagner
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