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Beloved
I chased you out the window of my father’s ancient van as you drafted a singular course and made your final stand amongst the cast off treasures in the ditch along the interstate You were the most precious thing I possessed but who would ever know it? So much that is cherished looks like nothing…
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Broken Vessels
Here lies my ruined vessel all shards and sharp edges jutting from the path beneath my feet. Once she contained a world: a riot of marigold & fragrant mountain mint, scabiosas dancing in the summer breeze, peopled by bumbling bees and cautious moths; a feast for the senses. Somehow, amidst the commotion of the living,…
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Summer’s Bounty
Today the gnats were gyring in the dying summer breeze. I watched their bodies catch the sun’s rays as they lifted towards the trees glowing. An incalculable vastness. Those drifting blazing winks of light which had gathered all around me murmured a truth I oft forget: the glory of the infinite who reaches down to…
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Was it Worth It?
I couldn’t sleep for thinking of all I’ve done and failed to do. The questions left unanswered; the doubts unspoken; desires abandoned and scattered as though they didn’t matter (but oh, they matter, dear one) So much was cast aside, and what threatens to overwhelm the ramparts of my overactive mind tonight? The simple question:…
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The Rhythm of Waiting
What happens next– after anguished letters and halting words, fraught conversations over pints in the pub and strained silences which suffuse this room where we lay our bodies down each night in solitary solidarity wondering: can this last? Where do we go when we cannot go from here?
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Choose Whom You Will Serve
long ago I made a choice- not for proximity & safety, but for that which made my heart beat faster, my soul sing sweeter. now I find myself consumed by unsettling silence, no wind nor breath only that tremulous void into which I cry out your name and wait for an answer
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Desiderata
“You are dust and to dust you shall return,” but first my duty was to help you along lying as you were in the corner of the coop your feathers still, your body hushed & crumpled in the dry heat of late August I believed you gone but then you cried as I went to…
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Lessons Learned
Sermon based on text from Luke 14:1, 7-14 And it came to pass that Jesus was going to the house of one of the leaders of the Pharisees on the sabbath to break bread, and they all were watching him closely. He began to tell a parable to those who had been invited, remarking how…
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What I didn’t know still hurt me
You gut me like a fish until I am exposed trembling My insides spilling outside, unprotected unguarded There is little that is lovely about this feeling unshielded on your table waiting for the knife to drop
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