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Here I pitch my tent

Today, at college, we spent the day in quiet reflection. We were asked to reflect on what we wanted to 'build' for God this semester, and then make it out of clay.

I'm not the best clay sculptor, and so I made a simple teepee. It wasn't very good and it fell flat a few times, but you know? I kind of liked it. It reminded me that I'm not really the best person in the world.

Here's a poem I wrote:

Here I pitch my tent
It's not very good
Strength is not it's pride
Not many will find it comfortable

Yet here I pitch my tent
And if 'here' should fail
And my tent comes down
Why be concerned? It's just a tent

Here I pitch my tent
Exposed
Open
For all to see

Here I pitch my tent
Pitch yours with me

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