In prayer and in my deepest
reflections, I don’t have to
map out the wild waywardness
of this poor, bent, beating heart,
a road marked by potholes, dips,
hairpin twists, turns, and hazards.
Needing not the turn by turn
toward this torn and tormented
self-assessment, You love me;
this journey You’ve rode along.
Gary Edward Geraci
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