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A Poet's

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Without

10/26/2017

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All the times waiting
Wishing 
Wanting
Was simply preparation
for the day when you would come walking
And the realization
that life was never about counting all the things 
I would come to be with
but cherishing the things
I would never be without
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The Space

10/19/2017

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No matter how dark the world
May appear
Or how scarred you believe
Your soul to truly be
There will always be a space,
Serene but unyielding
Untouched by the stones
Cast down by the hurting 
A space from which was 
Birthed the word sacred
The end of the journey 
When you stop and just 
​Pray 
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The Window

10/12/2017

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The window
An interface between 
Two worlds
Inside looking out
it feels longing
Outside looking in 
It knows yearning
Brightened by the
Sunshine
Clouded by the fog of
Our breath
The window sometimes
wished it could be a 
Doorway
Letting all pass freely
from one world to the 
Next 
Despite the doorway
often dreaming
to someday become a
Window
Just wishing to be seen
And finally embrace 
The yearning from within 
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You Crept Into My Being

10/5/2017

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You crept into my being
Unaware of the mirrors
I would find
Reflecting back the unmistakable
The raw and unsettling truth
Only my eyes could
Hope to see

While never irreparably broken
We had wandered as
Deceptive mosaics
Wholesome and holy
But never completely whole

For even with all the pieces
Precise and miraculously intact
It would take a flood of
Your unwavering light
Now coursing inside my
being
To finally see the whole
That had been and
Always would
Be me
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