My friend went through dark days.
Jesus, don’t speak a word to me for a year.
Every week after kickboxing,
She had ten minutes to meditate.
On the darkest weeks, she was in a
Dark cave where no one could find her.
But Jesus sat with her. Silently.
The other weeks, she sat under
A blooming cherry tree, surrounded by beauty.
Jesus sat across from her and cut peaches
And fed the slices to her. Silently.
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