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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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Frangipani, marigolds,Appeared to me one day,Down fragranced corridors of old,They begged for me to stay.A dream, I thought. A whispered prayer,A song..
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Know this, we stand on a precipice at the edge of time,With the sun and moon in our hands,Gorged, but unsated, moving in haste,Heedless of hard lesson..
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So many snows ago.Deer-tracks marked a journey,Tear-tracks marked a journey,As train-tracks grew cold, collected rust, and familiesMoved away, never t..
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All things are coalescing,Coming together,In a rain of fire.We live on the edgeOf a burning bidge,Looking back.Embers reflect in pupilsThat quickly co..
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