I admire the try
Despite the spotlights and fanfare
All artificial, to date
Nothing like the great outdoors
Next comes the hardening
Hardly a problem at all
No one knows the struggle, then strength
O’ The Seedling
Final Frost
All Things
Chaos, wasn’t it?
Dissonance and double-speak
What we were told
What we watched and felt
What a slanderous soup of fits
Where were we to find our breath?
Pausing, finally, to ask what’s Possible
Starting there, this exhausting journey
Ended here, this beginning bliss
A thing still strange to us
But oh, isn’t forgiveness fine?
Found only by grasping hold of The hand
In Whose image we’re made
I’ve arrived
You’ve arrived
Tree Talk
…content, are you…though my tears cast shadows upon thee…tears whose weight and multitudes you were neither courageous to have carried, nor worthy to have caused?
…odd and overcast be…this, your lot…connecting you to your willing wickedness…try to fell me…try…here on this truthed ground I stand…am what I ought to be, whilst you are not.
(Inspirational Credit; “…In a real sense, all life is inter-related. All men are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny….”
— Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., “Letter From a Birmingham Jail”)
Septillion She: A Haiku
None can contain me
Stop my shine, nor quench my flares
I’m simply…Fiery
Team Gravity
Mighty, mighty Satellites
Together, we preserve the tide
We wax, we wane, though never fade
Our force detected through the day
We’re New, we’re Full, we’re Gravity
No Cloud obscures the Light we see
A pow’r couple, acting odd
We, dwellers in the City of God
Much
Here’s my smile, it can’t be “quiet,” for I feel Sunny
We’re alive, and in this moment, that is thrilling
This invitation I extend, yet I’m confounded
How most times, it goes unnoticed…unaccepted
But this fair soldier, marches on, undeterred
Undiscouraged, lacking any short-term mem’ry
If you see me, carry on, or you may join me
Either way, I cannot care…there is this mission
how to fight
not alright to need
neither ought we pause to breathe
nor dawdle
to this I can’t concede
grasp for ev’ry next brass ring
should we choose to hold out hope
hope for one more decimal place
such mandate was tiring
trade our souls for bragging rights
nevermind the sunrise
harbor disdain in our eyes
instead I chose against the Night
la fée
I am the godsend
Who flew them to you
You won’t think to thank me
What learning you’ll do
We shan’t leave this life
‘Til this truth finds the mind:
Fairytale thinking,
That must stay behind
My Genesis
Maybe we needed That Wind
That Spirit, changing us from within
Raging ‘gainst our window’s panes
Rattling our beliefs about what’s right
When morning came
Sand was shook and rock now stands
How much longer would the night have been
Praise God for That Wind
Dear Peer Gynt
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