Quiet eyes see no hope or light
Quiet eyes go quiet
The time will come when silence is loud
The time will come when it comes
Let all the sadness and the air around me
Move like the waves I dream of in shallow sleep
As the tide ebbs and flows
I sink deeper into the sand
The sand that fills my lungs as though it were liquid chasing an exit
Hello Caryn. I am a Pastor from Mumbai, India. I am glad to stop by your profile on the blogger and the blog post. I am blessed and feel privileged and honoured to get connected with you as well as know you and about your interest. The blog post has a beautiful composition of your late night word spew. I love getting connected with the people of God around the globe to be encouraged, strengthened and praying for one another. I have been in the Pastoral ministry for last 39 yrs in this great city of Mumbai a city with a great contrast where richest of rich and the poorest of poor live. We reach out to the poorest of poor with the love of Christ to bring healing to the brokenhearted. We also encourage young and the adults from the west to come to Mumbai to work with us during their vacation time. We would love to have you come to Mumbai to work with us during your vacation time. I am sure you will have a life changing experience. God's richest blessings on you, your family and friends My email id is: dhwankhede(at)gmail(dot)com and my name is Diwakar Wankhede.
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