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Hunger Satiate the vacuum in me Fill it with your living waters Rinse my soul with the sea of forgetfulness Dry my tears with the hem of your go..

On suffering...

Once again I can sense the call to write. The words are pulling me toward paper. I can almost hear a voice saying, "write what you see. ...

I watched a ray of afternoon sunlight set above your brow and your illuminated countenance birthed in me a memory; a snapshot of why I loved yo..

Rise from the depth of these troubled seas, soul. Rise to meet the horizon where the tempest and the fire of dawn dissolve into effervescence ..

I survive each day dodging the jagged edge of a sickle. Some days it tears into me but this is what I tell it: Tear at me. Tear into me. You will o..

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