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we kindly say, our invitation warm<br>
 
we kindly say, our invitation warm<br>
 
and buffer me, we dream, through life's long storm
 
and buffer me, we dream, through life's long storm
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==== [[of saints (poem)]] ====
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joy is of the saints<br>
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I theme I find in mind a lot<br>
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where do I fit within this slot?,br>
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have I a tongue and does it sing?<br>
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what happiness do I bring<br>
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or find is brought to me?<br>
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there are moments that I see<br>
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what looks like joy that feints<br>
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my fingers slip, I need<br>
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to find another creed<br>
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that amplifies my hope<br>
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for this is the way I cope

Revision as of 01:07, 2 January 2020


January 2020

1/1/20

So Many Things (poem)

So many things that I should write
If words would come, my day be bright
And shiny then, but now so dull
I pray for rain 'fore I must go

The Days (poem)

Hello there again
A new year is come
The days are our friends
More great than the sum
Of hours between
Both good and the bad
I give thanks and believe
In all that I had

The Sharp Chill (poem)

For N

Missing you is a knife-sharp breath
Like my lungs on a winter's day
Breathing in the sharp chill
Where is warmth? Where is love?
You were always my fill

SPAG (poem)

I am asked to punctuate and capitalize properly
And there is a part of my heart that just balks
There's a breath and a cadence I'm trying to say
And hope in between all the words that it talks

New Light (poem)

Good morning to a brand new year!
I say goodbye to all my fear:
And leave it as I find new light—
The days ahead are shining bright.

letters to our (poem)

we write letters to our friends and call it journal
these steps along the way of our own journey
no one knows our heart but we ourselves
but we set them out on fancy shelves
and open up the doors and windows—"Shop!
and buy my wares, if only you would stop,"
we kindly say, our invitation warm
and buffer me, we dream, through life's long storm

of saints (poem)

joy is of the saints
I theme I find in mind a lot
where do I fit within this slot?,br> have I a tongue and does it sing?
what happiness do I bring
or find is brought to me?
there are moments that I see
what looks like joy that feints
my fingers slip, I need
to find another creed
that amplifies my hope
for this is the way I cope