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Two more 'til whole. Trouble is, what, in heaven's name, is whole? Death is whole. Complete. Fin. Until then, it's fragments finding, floating, to and from the heart ... hoping for wholeness, healing as able, hurting as it happens. Two more, then, 'til ... further healing. I'll raise another prayer, and even an Artois, to that! |
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Everything in life returns to the ground gone, never to be regained ... What do you glorify? And what's it going to take, for heaven's sake, for you to not take your life for granted? Keep looking within and then all around wait, what can really be claimed? What do you glorify? And what's it going to take, for heaven's sake, for you to not take your life for granted? OUT OF BREATH. SLEEP DEPRIVED. 'gotta just live in the NOW. KEEP THE FAITH. REST IN GOD. 'gotta just live in the NOW. One breath at a time is often what it takes to hope for any tomorrow. What do you glorify? And what's it going to take, for heaven's sake, for you to not take your life for granted? Harboring hurt is one foot in the grave and a sure fire sign of sorrow. What do you glorify? And what's it going to take, for heaven's sake, for you to not take your life for granted? OUT OF BREATH. SLEEP DEPRIVED. 'gotta just live in the NOW. KEEP THE FAITH. REST IN GOD. 'gotta just live in the NOW. But even rhythm can feel wrong. And grow deaf to the Song. And the soul feel lame. While walking on all the same ... |
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Supremely ... strangely ... absent. The sorrow. I saw instead abundant tulips, tabletops politely presented, puppy-sized pounds of joy. Home restoration. Yes tulips instead of trauma. Colors instead of crisis. Love, not lament. |
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Day began in defensive crouch (at the doctor). Day continued with writing in celebration of a life. Day ended bored at the Board or perhaps just utterly exhausted ... but with a voicemail trumpeting news of a loose tooth finally fallen. |
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I was mop-tired, drenched with dense, heavy dream-state. |