So. I wrote this poem back in April. I wrote it as I was waiting, sitting outside the room where momentarily I would be having my interview for the Cambodia country program.
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It is
swirling thoughts
and drumming heart
with a thousand worries
and a thousand joys
in one brief moment
lifetimes long.
It is
groaning sighs
and whispered pleas
and falling onto battered knees.
Is it
rushing wind
or still small voice?
Listen.
Listen to the silence.
Find the calm within the storm.
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