My mess is my message. Your mess is your message. ~ Stan Standridge
We come with unmanageable lives,
wrecked, wretched. We come with nothing —
or not much more than nothing —
but our mess. But that raw material,
that garbage heap, that debris,
are molded, refined, purged
to become our message of hope,
of possibility, of peace.
wrecked, wretched. We come with nothing —
or not much more than nothing —
but our mess. But that raw material,
that garbage heap, that debris,
are molded, refined, purged
to become our message of hope,
of possibility, of peace.
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