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On Becoming Real

On Becoming Real

it’s misty gray but there is the new sound of a bubbling brook today. i know i may be alone but i am going to miss the snow. it covers many distractions all in white and makes everything it comes in contact with beautiful. it gets walked all over and becomes...
Who Hears Your Lonesome Song?

Who Hears Your Lonesome Song?

Poor tired hollow one Who hears your lonesome song? I once walked that way with moonbeams overhead. To you it may seem odd Perfection took the beating The tree held up the torn and broken Salvation paid the highest cost. Triumphing over every foe We are forever...
Joy in the Fury

Joy in the Fury

Joy, how do we meet with you? How are you made manifest in the fury? Where do you begin and, tell me, will you ever end? Are you like the broken iceberg weighted by the storm, loosened from the shore, now set afloat and free? Or are you like the waves that make...
When Night Falls

When Night Falls

When night falls and Darkness covers your hours, do not let your love grow cold. I understand, I struggle then, but when bitter the winds, rest then, rest. The Sun will return, solar luminosity, with Power to measure all the stars and galaxies in terms of each output,...
When I Watch the Snow Fall

When I Watch the Snow Fall

The hawk in silent majesty soars in moments of simplicity as the snowmen slump near sidewalks trampled by dirt while last week’s hardened snow apologizes its prolonged departure, muddying our thoughts, but the willows stop weeping as all day and all night the Sky...

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