A Little Reflection This Morning

touching a soul is always a personal matter
the travel inward is always mine
when Jesus touches me it was him alone and mine alone
no one feels for anybody
no one feels for everybody

my truths are personal and so are yours
relating on the I-Thou, we thrive
no one preaches no one listens

to the eye of the needle we ride our own camels.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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