1 Thessalonians 1
"We always thank God for all of you, mentioning you in our prayers..."
Your passion pushed you in,
into a circle of comforting coffee cups
filled with the laziness of frustration.
But you sip tamarind and horchata,
cold and clear, with a grimace of suffering,
coruscations of concern, sensing
tiredness and bitterness among brothers.
In weakness, these induce the worst
of splits, spills and messes.
But you, through fragments sharp as
cracked ceramics, you've been provoked
by love. Your taste
is not for ease, but pushing boundaries.
You have not sought you in between
cramped particle board rolled white,
or pounding nails and picking weeds despite
other paying obligations. Your inspiration
was us, back when we believed.
Now we are the ones who must receive.
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