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Dressed in black, words,
Like pilgrims, traverse a
Well-defined universe of
Right angles and fine fibers.
Corner to corner, they roam
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The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness does not comprehend it. (John 1:5)
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Tighter
than the flat coils of
Safety
belts on our chest,
A
feeling of unease grabs
Our
throats.
Eyes
fixed on the road,
We..
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I twist and
weave fibers Made of my
own sinews,I zigzag
stitches that goAround, and
then, unseen, On the wrong
side continue. Light does
not pen..
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It started out as a celebration of spring. It turned into...but, you be the judge.
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Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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If God is love, does
He love me as I do
Ephemeral flowers, or
Seasonal blooms?
I am but a short-lived
Splash of color, an
Oddity, a..
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Though we cough andBurn, with squinted eyesWe walk through fire,Press on, press on,
And never tire.
We pitched our tent andSet up camp on aMount..
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“The tears of the world are a constant quantity.”
― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot
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So
well-taught, so full of learning, yetWith
judgment blurred and clouded, How
can a man be told and shown theRight
path and still resist and doub..
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