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Writer's pictureAnu Okikiolu

Poem #347 Fixes


He doesn't fix us all at once,

he takes his time,

slowly but surely working out our imperfections,

and clearing out the debris of our past selves

and the mess they left behind.

There is no malice in His actions

nor any detachment in His process,

instead, he pours Himself completely

into our existence,

for Him, the journey matters

just as much as the final product.

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