Bethlehem

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Ask too many questions
Think too many thoughts
See what you don’t see, but want to
Do too many oughts

Now, if grit and faith were gold
A sultan I’d outspend
For all the “oughtn’t haves” I did
I have become truth’s friend

Inspirational Credit: Ruth 1:19 “So they two went until they came to Bethlehem.”

To Would

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Wouldn’t we wonder
Wouldn’t we seek
Look up
Wait for words

Wouldn’t we ask for our lives
Wouldn’t we give them back
Stand down
Receive the Word

Wouldn’t we fight
Wouldn’t we push through
Speak up
Deliver the words

Then Flow

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What right to realize, to move…to dance
To breathe, to be, then receive
The destruction, after all, was vast
Yet
The beautiful opportunity, now, at hand
To awaken, to erupt, then flow
What wrong to commit, to not move…to not dance

Beam Reach Baby

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There’ll be no solemn song
No “Hey, you hero of mine!”
Wind beneath their wings you were
Relegate of eagle shadow
Beautiful, smile…hide your pain

Fore-and-aft, you’ll flutter about
Oh, love! How you’ll luff
Teardrop-shaped, yet foil-less
All this windy day is wind
The ocean of you, they showboat atop

Lost in Space

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Never is not a length of time
But a condition of the heart that wants to believe
And would welcome help

Understanding has capacity
Yet, will not blindly accept
An old soul you must assure, as you walk it across the street

Fight — innate in these bones
Blood-born, not a choice
The sun will set and rise o’er the strive to set things right

Love is what I was
Love is what I’ll always be
I’ll never understand why you didn’t fight for me