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A Poet's

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For Giving

11/25/2017

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How do we give
when we know not 
where we are standing
and what we have been
Given?

How do we receive
when we know not
what we hold now
and what will take its place?

Blessed we are
with eyes for such wonder,
the capacity to receive
a world overflowing with joy

But cursed we bleed
with such abundant wealth, 
a sensory drowning
a deprivation of the soul

For we walk in a battlefield
grasping at our attention
as we strive for something
Greener
mistaken for the other side

So I keep my heart open
receiving the moment for 
what it offers
Always knowing in my being
It is for giving that I receive 
It is for giving that I receive
It is for giving
That I receive
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When Words Found Joy

11/17/2017

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Poems are born
When simple words
Fall together
Landing in the 
Discarded joy
Left behind
By those fleeing faith
In half chewed thoughts
Longing instead
For something a bit
Sweeter
Capable of quenching 
The unrelenting thirst
For that which seems
Irreparably palatable
Forgetting along the 
Way 
That buried in the 
Fragments
Of long forgotten faith
Remains the sacred
Space
Where words find joy
And poems are born
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Windowless World

11/11/2017

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I watched
A windowless world
Struggle
Burn
Suffer
Breathe to fight the forces of fear
So that windows could be built
Within wasted and wailing walls
Not knowing
That only breaking
Not building
Would do

See me and my pain they cried
Lay eyes on my hurt they pleaded
Just witness the weeping of my wounds they begged

And to the voices I wept back
I see you
Even with eyes closed
I see you
Even with miles separating our souls
I see you

But to see
You see
Is not enough
For In truth
For me
To be
And know your pain
I cannot just see
You or me I must feel
And seek
The collective we

The we that rises
From the shards of broken glass
Discarded with the thought
That there ever actually was
A you
An other
Anything but we
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In Christ We Grew

11/3/2017

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Without you
There could only be two
Too much to do
For who really knew
There was one in two
Me as you
We become new
Fleeing the view
That there could be few
For In Christ we grew
​One soul in two
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