My One Sentence
My life? It is no book.
My life is but a sentence.
And only one, at that.
The massive tome of God’s
Story
Will tell of some who were present
During climactic actions and dramatic pauses…
But you?
And I?
One sentence.
How will it read?
What is the grand narrative?
My sentence began
With a joyous capital letter.
May it end with not the uncertainty of a question,
Nor the finality of a period,
But with the jubilation of an exclamation!
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