I Am Was Here

Posted on December 19, 2016 by Karisa Moore

Humanity keeps scratching graffiti identity

into wood and bathroom stalls . . .

Settling for surface tattoos,

when I engraved you in the palm of my hands.

(Isaiah 49:16)

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