With all our trees,
You’d think our faith in God would grow.
But like them,
It dies more every year.
Perceptive, passionate, and daring thoughts and feelings about our difficult times.
With all our trees,
You’d think our faith in God would grow.
But like them,
It dies more every year.
Poetry for Finding Meaning in the Madness
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