What strategies do you use to increase comfort in your daily life?
There is much pain in These Days, and Prayer to comfort it is all I know to devise. Where are my words
Have them ramble around, bouncing off the humidity-coated walls See which ones bust through stop signs and find rhythm with bird songs Find which ones look like quiet conviction and calls to action Then mull about together, dialogue, and make sense of this world with them Create order from disorder and call it good again At the end of the day, we must
It’s simply will not Nor shall the sun go down on your calamity Unending prayers sent up If you wonder when it will stop To say goodbye
Ignoring the treasure in your shoes
Until such time you find
A quiet mind and deep desire
There was that night
There was that song I sang to you –I believe you sang back– about being crazy ‘ bout you
There was that us celebrating love
Right now, not The neighbors and I are done in the yards Here tonight, it’ll be your favorite Lots of color, but only a dash of laughter This sweet little joint of a home
Is my voice ever forever becoming quieter A year ago , you’d be deeply troubled to hear it by now Smaller, slighter, and far less full More less of what you loved Were I today Speaking on the news Inquiring in the produce department Or campaigning next door Don’t worry Your ears would only find faint resemblance to some old someone You’d not think to ask, “But who?”
How many days, mama
Having the choice
Still she travelled
I own peanuts
There is a message within in us each
Will we entertain calm to hear
Fabricate our Messiahs rather than pause
Wonder-filled at the wisdom they bring
Then further we plunge into some noise
Let the sounds in — all of them!
The wind will not rest
Continue to do this
A sweet little joint
How long’s it been, baby
I swear the squirrel
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