Stopped

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What problem?
Lord knows
We were fed and safe and tucked in at night, with somewhere to go in the morning

The air was magic
Man, was the air magic
For us, at least — which was the problem

The laughter spilled
Our future felt filled
It was all more than we could ask for

And we didn’t have to ask — which was the problem

We didn’t ask whether they could spell magic
Whether laughter flowed from their windows
Were their futures filled?

Were their babies and boys and men fed and safe and tucked in at night, with somewhere to go in the morning?
Lord knows
And that’s our problem

Right Here

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We are told to light a candle
We are told to say a prayer
Walk in blueness in the morning
And pretend grief brings no cares

Let’s proclaim we are the candle
Let’s proclaim we are the prayer
May the hardships become blessings
When we tread together there

Original Thought Credit: Ecclesiastes 4:12 “…but how can one keep warm alone?”

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae; FieryPhotography.com

Comfort and Time

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Comfort and Time

Let us live barefoot
Neglecting not our skin and faith ‘gainst vintage hardwood paths

Morning to morning
Dutiful with the truth of time yet careless of its grip

Feeling our steps’ worth
Determined to flee concrete trails that fail and lead awry

Water and earth shift
Considering doubt, yet days are short — Heav’n asks that we walk

Original Thought Credit: “Look closely, then, how you walk…making the most of time….” — Ephesians 5:15

Solve: A Haiku

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Just before sunrise

The firmament feels nearer

‘Tis a mystery….

Luke 8:10 “To you it has been given to know the mysteries of the kingdom of God….”

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae, FieryPhotography.com

Flight and Thought

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What to do, what to do
We’ll see liberty through
For, to fall for The Fall now, will simply not do

Let’s recall every Spring, every Summer of Days
Let us loose our lost fervor, and our gen’ral malaise
As we move with a grace in a number of ways

We will walk, not as pawns, but as kings and as queens
We will castle, together — ‘tis what unity means
This, and, when needed, forming unlikely teams

The time, seeming plenty, is deceivingly short
This is urgent, as each soul’s not yet found its Fort
We, for Truth, serve as Knights, here on this Earthly court

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae, FieryPhotography.com

No One Cares For Poetry

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I saw green-grey mountains in your eyes
I saw galaxies
Where lived my best friend
Places no one had been to
Places I longed to travel within

In rushed the moment I had to decide
Betray myself for wanderlust, or
Say goodbye to the wandering eye
Goodbye, mountains
Goodbye, friend

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae; FieryPhotography.com

Math & Physics

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What colossal wind
An unpredicted and confused gale
Battered about by its atmosphere
Choosing to crash to and fro

I stand in this lighthouse of a heart
Timing the thunder
Praying away the destruction
Wishing The Port would beware

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae, FieryPhotography.com

Welcome Home

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To touch — though trembling — my own regret
Or the parts of me about which I wish to forget

To steal back words I spoke from my unknown fears
And the squandered minutes that turned into years

To give only love to places that feel most hated
But allowing no ground when boundaries are debated

I sealed my yesterdays with fervency’s kiss
Then woke up tomorrow and carried out this

Kamala

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Oh, I do
Hope
May The Flowers read my thousand thoughts
My apologies for the thistle, I allowed to crowd
Forgive me for the invasive vines, that strangled your sunlight away

As I stayed grieving lost ground

There, at blooms edge, sat I

Dreams began to die

But for a mid-morning,
A cool sunlit day, then, did I decide
To pause and prosecute, with an, “anchors aweigh,” a finally-freed echinacea
With my accomplished call, did the butterfly bush become tall

“No more…by the grace of God, no more”