Sunday morning the new guy preaches again. He jokes and sings. He’s not afraid to say what’s true.
He’s not afraid.
He sees the stressed look on my face and winks. The man reminds me of Hafiz—the way he goes about humming and opening doors.
I take a deep breath of fresh air and give thanks.
Dropping Keys
– Hafiz
The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He
Knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the
Beautiful
Rowdy
Prisoners.
“The Spirit of the Lord is on me,
because he has anointed me
to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners
and recovery of sight for the blind,
to set the oppressed free…” – Luke 4:18 (NIV)



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