Tag: hope
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March 27, 2007 08:14 AM EDT --
open to sunlight
washed by the rain pouring down
tender roots grow strong
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January 12, 2007 09:53 PM EST --
The dawn beckons
as the first rays of sunlight
filter through my windowpane;
I turn, sleepy-eyed,
stretching long, yawning
as I stumble out of bed
to greet the brand new day;
. . .
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April 12, 2009 01:58 AM EDT --
Suppose five thousand miles, or maybe fifty five
Next comes direction, in betweens, rivulet drawn
Road-stead marries fact, fable, training wheels in sand
Footsteps like a Classical music scale, a-slant . . .
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June 07, 2009 01:23 AM EDT --
Visionary landscapes, constructs unclear In era far short of enlightenment Communication madness, truth twisting In penalty lane with fear holding Mass In headlights, eyes frozen, quickly tear Unwashed . . .
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May 24, 2008 11:25 PM EDT --
It has to be there
Somewhere
In the midst of
. . .
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January 30, 2007 09:52 PM EST --
I hug my pillow tight
and close my eyes,
remembering
your smile, your touch,
your gentle voice in the night;
I'm so afraid of forgetting
what you sound like when
you laugh,
or the way
you . . .
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April 27, 2007 01:08 PM EDT --
(This is dedicated to everyone who is waiting for a loved one to return home from the war.)
The distance seems so far this night,
I wonder where you are;
I wonder if you're missing . . .
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July 08, 2007 02:36 PM EDT --
Two Thanksgiving's ago
My beloved father
Died gracefully,
After suffering terribly
From cancer for two years.
I had thought,
That after he died
I had released my burden.
Until . . .
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January 28, 2007 02:54 PM EST --
Sometimes I fly on angel's wings
when my strength is running low,
and I cannot seem to walk the path
that it seems I am destined to go;
Sometimes in my darkest moments
when my hope is . . .
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May 02, 2007 10:06 AM EDT --
Oh yes! This is spring!
Colors exploding
Hearts igniting
Natures passion
So exciting.
Oh yes! This is spring!
Rain is falling
Storm clouds looming
Wind is blowing
Hearts are booming. . . .
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August 31, 2007 10:54 PM EDT --
When trouble falls soft,
Like summer rain,
There is almost a pleasure
In the strength . . .
The shelter of loving arms;
But when the storm becomes icy, cruel,
The protecter weeps, breaks,
When . . .
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August 11, 2008 01:50 PM EDT --
What's on my plate is what's on my plate
No need to look for other definitions
Like those that ride on the tail winds
Of rusting steam engine trains
That cast off traces of shadow
Lingering . . .
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February 04, 2007 11:22 AM EST --
This morning as I sang with the choir at church I noticed people visibly absorbing our music as it raised their sprits and gave them hope. Our song was “More Precious Than Silver/I Stand in . . .
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October 23, 2008 05:14 PM EDT --
Shall it be another day
Like the last one or before
With cold blast of nevermore
Staring with melancholy
Through the frames of my window
Having dust I keep inside
Maybe there are elements . . .
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January 21, 2008 12:19 PM EST --
My high school separation, a respite of joy
As I bandaged my wounds, removed the yoke crying
Freedom, sweet freedom your confusion I claim
As voices spoke of my calling to serve the Lord . . .
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June 21, 2009 06:40 AM EDT --
Where love abides,
the heart flutters
like butterfly wings,
a whir of color
in a world
that is not always
so beautiful...
transforming lives,
giving hope to the hopeless,
joy to the . . .
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March 05, 2007 06:37 PM EST --
I walk lightly
and speak in quiet whispers,
so as not to kick up dust
that might irritate the one...
The one who vowed to love me,
The one who vowed to love me,
The one who vowed to . . .
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May 09, 2007 09:06 AM EDT --
I walk alone under dim streetlights,
and dance to neon signs along the way,
hoping for a passing car
to slow down,
for someone to look my way.
"It's all in the eyes," Mama used . . .
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October 09, 2007 01:37 PM EDT --
surrounded by tears
open eyes look to the sun
amidst hope rising
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December 02, 2007 12:25 AM EST --
We come from similar places,
scarred by love,
scarred by anger,
but the scars are hidden
and they have taken root
and wrapped themselves
around our hearts;
Our love cannot go deep. . . .
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