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Little Birds
Jesus said to look at the birds So I do In my front yard garden They’re unperturbed Two little black ones descended on the cement I admired their feathers of shiny purple and emerald – what embellishment! They pecked away at a piece of Milkbone my dog left behind They divided it among their beaks
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Library Search
The last few novels I’ve read (well, almost finished) to the trending TV shows Have left me with a feeling of dread and in the throes None of the characters have conviction It’s so painful to observe, to watch I’m left in a state of suspension As I close the book and turn the TV
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Pulpit Mics
Do you remember when that pastor came through That graying, thin man looked at me and you Our lead pastor thought he deserved the microphone I guess because it was his own pastor from back home We were in our late teens then Late bloomers We clung to our dads Remember all the fun we
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Making Time
The day starts in a void The busyness takes my joy A mentality of lack Another row of calender blocks sacked I’m racing when I don’t want to I’m snapping like a turtle The grave is the finish line we’ll all succumb to Every conversation is a hurdle Time is insufficient I’ve spent it on
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Stay (on the beach)
I recognized that look on his face As his family started to pack up and walk away That feeling of hollowness, of loss, of despair – can resonate Like ripples of water in the still bay He stood there on the shoreline You’d think someone had died He was still holding a stick in his
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Bringing You Ice Cream
Here’s to 6 years Since you had your surgery I brought you some ice cream tonight, surely A ritual that started those 6 years ago That vanilla ice cream with milk, in a cup, looks like snow Our pup was little then We were younger too You tore your ACL when we decided to go
writings on life
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