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I feel a cold mist falling over me
As the breeze begins to blow.
The sunshine,
Hidden by the soft gray clouds,
Struggles with all its might
To live again.
Like me.
I feel a sudden urge to stand up
From this old wooden bench,
To take off my shoes,
And run through the cool, wet grass.
To smile.
To laugh.
To live again.
This poem © Kevin Walker. Published July 2012. 
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The Church of God continues to send teams of missionaries and aid workers as the long-term recovery for the country of Haiti continues. The following is a recent report from construction missionaries Jim and Gina Hudson. HAITI – In April, the James D…

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When I washed the feet of a Gypsy pastor in Hungary last week, it felt like a wall came crashing down. More than a few times in my travels the Holy Spirit has asked me to wash someone’s feet.· Once this happened in India, when I was with pastors fro…

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To their credit, my two little girls sat patiently as the Cherokee peace chief explained his slit ears, metal breastplate, and high-heeled shoes. On the table in front of him sat a rifle, swan feathers, a clay mug, and other shards of the past. He only stumbled once in his recreation of what happened nearly […]

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I saw you
yesterday,
holding hands with the one you love.
My thoughts turned back to our
yesterday,
and I smiled.
This poem © Kevin Walker. Published July 2012.