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My plane is not yet spirit,I am in flux, always,Fighting between body and soul.The sultry air calms me,Reminds me,To alwaysLook up.Surely you can find..
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Slender green shoot risesFrom fertile Bottle Palm,Organic skyscraper.Surrounding fronds wave,While dragonfly aerialistPerches at the pinnacle,Sentient..
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Re-posted for Mother’s Day💐
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Praying For Us All...
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Blessed and Hopeful, Humble Palm Sunday Wished🕊
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Bowing head and quieting self amid the din...
Who? What? When? Why?...
Each, of no great matter to the looming reality.
New-Normal-Each-Day-N..
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Light-filled woman, she,
College-taught and Bishop’s wife,
Baptized on a worn, porcelain-metal table
In a plank house on the edge of p..
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I remember that time so gently,
Taupe sand-diamonds sparkling in floating ribbons of hair,
Humid heat burning through crocheted whiteness and
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Secret snows lulled the latent landscape,A hush of ice, like frosted silver quartz,Grew gently over the lake, sealing it safely,While silent evergreen..
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The past runs throughLike a hell-bound train,For a daughter of Eve,And a son of Cain.Born with a mark,And cursed with a stain,How many left coins,How ..
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