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  • such Divine Grief

    Suddenly I was cold When all the glories of the evening shattered Into one aching, tearing moment. And the wind, Once playful, Blasted the ants into the crevices— Merciless, the brute weight of it all Against such a tiny…

  • Red Morning

    Lucky we were safe Though the fire in the treetops warned us Out east, when the wind shoved against every ounce of shelter, Barring the torrent of words between us — It’s only air. But the night, far from peaceful …

  • still not quite sure what this is about yet

    or if its actually finished... Dawn breaks Hear all the voices sing The birds outside whisper your name Have they heard the things that I've been told? Am I wasting our time here? Drawing circles and lines where …

  • Last I slipped away The land was long and lost, Hidden under budding ambitions Yet now returning to a blooming spring-- The mind is bitter and bare Not knowing what I find here...It's a long way til we come home. Are yo…

  • meant to be...but not

    4/26/09 What, then? Being wrung, should not I have learned That what we deem pleasure is but loss and pain, And knowing this— that the same darkness I may carry Blinds you. What then? How can I, being uprooted, turn to…

  • the tree

    "Take a seat, you're welcome here I'm so glad you came, my dear" Is how my silences were speaking. He turns around and looks at me Why is it there's pain in what I see And now there's nothing for believing. But…

  • Selah N. 2

    I never got around to posting this...but at the moment, it seems appropriate. O God my Strength, be near me now Hide not Your face away from me For I am so in need of You To turn to me so lovingly. See these four wall…

  • Why do I love her?

    because I know a thing or two about redemption. A hard time we have had of it. I remember the thumbings of the upturned noses, The stinging of the contemptuous mockery. And we, being herded like cattle Ploughing through…

  • The wind has changed

    The wind has changed— It blows back against my hair And here I face again A strange, familiar scent- And it arrests me. That I should be so stalled And yet I dare to move But do I dare? That even stars would be appalle…

  • Behold, and He makes all things new

    O golden Dawn, shed Thy glorious light upon me That dream's dark muse may distill into day Thy gentle beams, expose irrational fears And drive the fetid plague far, far away. 'Tis murder but to camp inside this wound…

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