Because, My Love

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Would the knave or the knife or whatever this pain be

Would usurp someplace else than the wound ‘twas left in me

Would that I have the chance with the welded tines of time

Would not I, having danced, not unspeak love’s blue-eyed rhyme?

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

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

Statuesque

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Leggy
Considering going dancing
And, cannot care whether the two-step is solo

Reminiscent
Keeper…giver…wayfarer
A better time…a good time…now is the time

Blooming
Stationary, unwary, worthy
Holding all manner of good secrets to share