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==== Road (poem) ==== | ==== Road (poem) ==== | ||
| − | Been a while | + | Been a while<br> |
| − | I know | + | I know<br> |
| − | Been a terrible road | + | Been a terrible road<br> |
| − | The things that you don't know | + | The things that you don't know<br> |
Before you're called to go | Before you're called to go | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== hard (poem) ==== | ||
| + | |||
| + | Is it that hard<br> | ||
| + | to speak in a rhythm<br> | ||
| + | in a rhyme<br> | ||
| + | with a boom<br> | ||
| + | with a bang | ||
| + | |||
| + | Is it that hard<br> | ||
| + | to feel in a prism<br> | ||
| + | with a sigh<br> | ||
| + | with a laugh<br> | ||
| + | with a pang | ||
| + | |||
| + | Is it that hard<br> | ||
| + | to fall in a chasm<br> | ||
| + | in the air<br> | ||
| + | do not care<br> | ||
| + | 'til I'm there | ||
| + | |||
| + | Is it that hard<br> | ||
| + | to turn like a schism<br> | ||
| + | hand on stone<br> | ||
| + | from the bone<br> | ||
| + | don't let go | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== planting (poem) ==== | ||
| + | |||
| + | wisdom is the color of my heart<br> | ||
| + | as I want it to be<br> | ||
| + | so I'll plant my sight on wisdom<br> | ||
| + | until I am a tree | ||
Revision as of 14:08, 9 May 2024
Contents
May 2024
5/9/24
find your wings (poem)
One of those things:
look around
maybe breathe
Don't forget to find your wings:
spread them hard
fly, believe
Talent (poem)
The things that work
Can often be so easily forgot
The things that work
So easily are things that can't be taught
Talents granted
From the King
By heaven, they were bought
Then graciously
Were given to me
Without my having sought
Road (poem)
Been a while
I know
Been a terrible road
The things that you don't know
Before you're called to go
hard (poem)
Is it that hard
to speak in a rhythm
in a rhyme
with a boom
with a bang
Is it that hard
to feel in a prism
with a sigh
with a laugh
with a pang
Is it that hard
to fall in a chasm
in the air
do not care
'til I'm there
Is it that hard
to turn like a schism
hand on stone
from the bone
don't let go
planting (poem)
wisdom is the color of my heart
as I want it to be
so I'll plant my sight on wisdom
until I am a tree
