Sometimes, the world so vast
sometimes we are so small
do we matter, whatever we choose
do we matter at all
Will the world be different
because I have lived
does that change
what I should give
Hope in words for us
that we are worthy
more than dust
Stewards of the world we love
held for us, in God’s arms
That we matter,
win or lose
that we matter,
whatever we choose
September 28, 2011
Rolling Ridge Day Apart Retreat
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“Poetry, Nature, and the Language of the Land”
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led by Ray McGinnis
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Write to the Heart workshops
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Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Sometimes
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