Poetry
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After the Rain
Blue mountains after rainfallbut not the blue you knew before No, deeper nowas if the sky weptonto their bonesand they drank it inwith silent joy Much bluerlike bruises healed from withinlike prayers whisperedthrough thunder Was it the rainthat made them… Continue reading
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Homesick
There is no cure for the ache that beats in our bonesNot for a house, but for a silence we’ve known It is not memory alone that tugs at the chestBut something ahead that feels like our own The Alpha… Continue reading
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The Rose Within
A single rose in morning’s breathUnfolds its heart, defying deathIts crimson tongue, both soft & wiseWhispers of truths beyond the skies It drinks the light, it bears the thornIt grieves for love & is rebornEach petal sings of unseen graceA… Continue reading
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The Book of Wilt & Wonder
I am gold that arrives before greena promise too precious to last ** The leaf becomes the flowerbut the flower forgets its name by dusk ** She wears her richest crown in deathburning brighter as she fades ** They rise… Continue reading
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Through the Pale Door
Through the pale door, they comea hideous throng with burning eyesand velvet mouths teeming with duskshadows twisted in funeral lace They do not knock, they do not waitTheir fingers scrape like rusted ironagainst the ribcage of the nightunlatching every dream… Continue reading
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The Composed Heart
The whirl of thought begins to still when gathered in one placeNo more tomorrows chase the soul, God meets us in one place Imagination spins its tale, a vertigo of dreamsBut every false horizon fades when centered in one place… Continue reading
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The Harmony of Spring
Bees buzzing gentlyflowers blooming in chorusearth sings her old song Sun smiling softlywarming the bones of the treeswaking every bud Brilliant blue sky stretchedlike a fresh canvas of breathpeace without a sound Petals kiss the breezelaughter hidden in the grassseeds… Continue reading
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A Psalm For Those Who Stay
A knock at the chapel door: no hand, no soundJust silence dressed in mourning’s gownThe death you feared has come & goneAnd yet the clock keeps ticking on It tolls not noon, nor dusk, nor dawnBut wake, the bell beneath… Continue reading
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Tangled in Her Devotion
Each kisseach toucha strike of lightningbeneath my ribsmy heart rising like a prayerthat forgot it was once silent The pull of her smilenot gravitybut something deepera field only we can feelhumming in the air betweenher breath & mine Her skina… Continue reading
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Searching for our Love
An explosion of the sensescolors behind my eyessoundless gasps turning into heat Muscles meltin your embracea slow surrendera delicious unraveling You are sweetsweet like candypressed to my tonguestaining my teethwith want We are no longer separateno longer names or shapesjust… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 