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Broken Windows
Why do I recoil against life's dirge?
Mournful downer notes trumpet through broken windows
I board up against treachery—retreating.
My heart gathers dust. Christ whispers, “I died for you—can you not live for Me?” I pray to open myself, letting Love flow through.
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