The End of the Highway
He traveled far to my door
His heart was swallowed gently by mine
He crafted memories out of paper and food
My roots were replanted on uncharted land
He was the end of my highway
Metanoia in a cup
Adventures in the transformation of heart, mind, and self; beginning with a single cup of coffee
Metanoia in a cup 
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Beautifully written..!!
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