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Goodness

In Poetry by Paula Stone Williams

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Paula Stone Williams

Paula Stone Williams

The good are always near
If you have eyes to see them
Though often cloaked in
Garments of some worn religion

Their goodness like beams of light
Passed through a cracked door
Falling soft on hidden places
Where all the deep scars lie

Pain knows pain and will not let
Its long and sordid tale abide
Treating wounds with gentle touch
All the long way home

Goodness, she travels well
Turning up in peculiar places like
Your own heart when you thought
You had nothing left to give.

Photo (Flickr CC) by Trey Ratcliff

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Paula Stone Williams

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For 35 years I worked with the Orchard Group, a church planting ministry in New York. For most of that time I was Chairman and CEO. For 12 years I served as a weekly columnist and Editor-At-Large for Christian Standard, a leadership magazine. I was also a teaching pastor for two megachurches. Those responsibilities ended when I transitioned to live as Paula. I currently serve as a pastoral counselor, church and non-profit consultant, writer and speaker. You can read my weekly blogs at Rebel Storytellers, and at paulastonewilliams.com. I am a runner, hiker, and avid mountain biker. The first two are relatively safe. The third, not so much. Still, I pedal. Cathy and I have been together for 42 years. She is a retired public school teacher and practicing psychotherapist. We have three children and five grandchildren.
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