Poem: The Lorraine Motel | Sojourners

Poem: The Lorraine Motel

as i walk toward the balcony where my hero fell, i feel strangely drawn in enwrapped by invisible hands of comfort and welcome. hands that welcome the peacemakers of the world "come and witness the place where a fellow peacemaker fell and inherited the kin-dom of god."

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