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How Good It Is
It is always beginningEverything, just beginningEach moment, a new dawnbursting open Again and againa fresh starteach sunrise a newborn god Every smile, the first smilethe best smile And so often I forgethow good it issimply to be alive Continue reading
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The Way Home
He does not know the way home Nor does he feel the spirit follow He is searching in the dark for something sacred But he has yet to realize That he just needs to stay put To let the sacred… Continue reading
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August Sun
Oppressive heat fallsAugust weighs upon the airsuch is the seasonBest to sit beneath the sunand let it have its way Continue reading
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Strange Beacon
An old man holds outa weathered cross in the heatsweat streaks down his facehis crooked smile glimmers brighta strange, glorious beacon Continue reading
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Among Paradise
Sun devours sky, sweat baptizes silence Fruit bursts, tongue learns heaven’s secret Ancestors whisper: remember, forget nothing Father was neither saint nor devil, only man Holy, wild, human: he walked among paradise Continue reading
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The Forgiveness Ritual
Every year, on the longest night, the villagers climbed the rocky path to the hilltop chapel. Lanterns swayed gently, casting flickering halos across somber faces. They gathered beneath the cracked stone arches, voices blending into a chorus of forgiveness. “We… Continue reading
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Summer Storm
Rain pours from a darkened skywind thrashes the trees We watch, hoping the creekwon’t overflow its banks Safe in the house, listeningto the fury of a summer storm Continue reading
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The Vine
The vine wraps around the bushCreeping toward the porch Delicate flowers grow from itFood for the bumblebees We know we have to tear it outBefore its hold becomes too strong But for now, I marvelAt the beauty in its reach Continue reading
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Epistles from a Future Self
The first letter arrived in spring, tucked between his electric bill and a coupon flyer. Handwritten on thick parchment, it bore no return address, only his name, scrawled in calligraphy like the cover of a Bible. “Lo, I say unto… Continue reading
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After the Heat
The heat has brokencool air slips through the trees My mind feels lighterbut anger still visitsa blade through calm It seethes at the worldunwilling to yieldto what simply is And so I bleedalone in the refusal Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 