Even At Lunch

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Is there any way
You would read to me
Every day

Sit me down any where
Speaking with passion understood
Every where 

Your words pausing any place
Literary style demands
Every time

You may choose any book
My ears adore
Every genre

Leather-Bound Book

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He walks as the beginning of a book
And an epic message that greets -permeating the future
Invisible ink for now

She takes hold of the leather-bound book
And all but the cover is blank -a fine hello, but what next
Picking up pen, exhaling a smile

Judge Not

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Out
And all over the place
Jesus
What a mess you’ve to clean
Yet there down at My feet
On the ground
Dirtying your white with the bloody, brokenness of my heart 
You are
Picking carefully up, dutifully up
Each piece, one after the next
Defending me against the mess
I’ve allowed
Asking me against my better judgement
That I always allow
That I forever leave
My heart
Out
And all over the place 

Fated

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At all hours
I seek the horizon
I was fated for
I touch the light lingering there
But what is this
The pause before you burst forth
Or the looking back 
On your way to tomorrow
And my name is tonight