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Safe Harbor Safe Harbor Safe Harbor Safe Harbor The Hand of God ?? Always with a feeling of trepidation, excitement, fear, the day comes when we go out to God's lost souls, forgotten, cold, broken, filthy, and occasionally though rarely clean, brand new on the streets, with still clean hair, french braided, or faces cleanly shaven, when only a month later, we see the ravages of days, the same faces no longer quite the same, the clothes beyond repair, the souls beginning to tatter like their shirts and shoes and eyes … i go to mass and pray for them before we leave, like matadors entering the ring, never sure what the night will bring, whether warmth or despair, danger or death to them or us, my prayers silent and heartfelt, and then at last we take off, laughter ringing like bells around us, as we watch for the faces, the bodies, the eyes looking for us, they know us now, they come running, as we
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