Is it lost only if it missing
Or if I remember it is missing
And the reunion of found.
Is that reserved only for something I once owned
Is it lost only if it missing
Or if I remember it is missing
And the reunion of found.
Is that reserved only for something I once owned
Nearby confusion harangued a soul,
Perhaps for 30 years, oscillating
And then, like a pleasant infection
Permeated from the walls to another place.
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The repair complete,
I found myself comprised of thoughts of others
And even love within,
So confused I could not tell where I started
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Or ended.
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The house in the woods had become the woods
And the woods disguised the house
So were complete …
As the artist intended
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Now the air and the water
Which nourishes life
For me and the plants
Have connected all in a silent, harmonic sound
A windchime of love, broadcasting its mystery.xxx
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Today the good air quality
Let’s us see each other
Feel each other
And though speech is unnecessary
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We glimpse the oneness in small locutions
The housecoat protects
and identifies
The work of the mammy
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Affirming an annunciation
To serve others
And God through them
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I dislike housecoats
Not for their purpose
Which alone is fair
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But for their disposition
As servants are of God alone
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All else being of man
Is the end of the line an abrupt stop;
Or a screeching, H1 pencil.
When the pain comes in from those who dislike you,
Or what you have done,
Or seems you had done;
The fork in the road rushes up.
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To vilify and engage in debate,
Shredding their argument,
And then their clothes;
Until they are left naked, and your work is done.
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Or listen and pray,
Perhaps then, we might hear what is behind the words,
The critiques, the noise,
And learn what is in their heart.
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Which may tell us what is in ours.