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What notable things happened today?

Four days ‘til my 56th birthday, and it finally dawned on me today that this storm is not without God’s presence.

A Like

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We are Earth
We are red rock
We’re what stars say in mid-night talks

We are wind
Elevation
Poignant, patient, punctuation

Fly sky, loud clouds

Crowns found

Why cry

We are fire
We are pow’rlines
We’re collaborators, and we’ll be fine

Inspiration Credit: Sage Student Schoolwork; Tiger R., age 10

Habu

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hey we had fun
humble spaces
lavish places

but awful, was nebraska — as bad medicine

Oh, the rush and push from heav’n to Hell
along the way, the in-between
where love was a yes and and a No

let’s close our eyes and sleep, my friend
then, wake and give this a go, again

Nomad Man

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“Darlin’” My Treasures weren’t yours to define
My Triangular Teak three-dimensional lines

My Plush Orange/Grey comfort, my zippy Red Car
You neither valued up close nor afar

My soul, Smooth and Square, and as soft as White Leather
You’ll dream, breathe, and walk each day, giv’n to none better

My Tall, choicest Chairs to join me at my Table
Who’d have known you’d sit dormant…in a basement…unable

My Keys you possess, they are all-heart-shaped still
That you’d give back My Pieces — I have no faith you will

Final Frost

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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

All Things

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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

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…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”)