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A Growing Movement To Spread Faith, Love — And Clean Laundry

Brilliant! So exciting to see folks understanding the creative invitation of the Gospel.

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There are shadows of you left 

Here.

I miss the warmth

And blood

And cool skin

Flaking off in this summer 

Heat.

There are traces of you left

In hairpins woven

In the carpet

And in my car

And under places hairpins

Shouldn’t have found themselves outside of your

Hair.

There are glimpses of you left

In water whisked of my chest

In the steamy morning rinse

Where you pumiced my heels with your gentle

Hand.

There are tinges of you left

In braids passing by

Begging me to reach out for a subtle elbow

Graze only to find that it is not you but another 

Her.

There are hints of you left

In ringless fingers

In future mothers cradling the child of another

In preparation of her own

Heir.

In nails painted in some French guy’s name

In stripes and lace and denim

In dresses drawn to the floor

In wrists rolled in flour

Waving me to come

Hither.

There are shadows of you left

Hiding here in my

Heart.

-M. Case

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You are the rain we weathered

And I the rooster

Rusting before his crow

Nested under the umbrella

To endure the scorches

Of the fire that may have been

Lost.

The boards beneath us

Riddled with questions

And answers unsaid

Unasked

Undone.

These are the stumbles

We find ourselves in.

And this, the season of heat

Bent towards

A crawl.

-M. Case

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