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June 3, 2022 · 1:04 am

WORDS

Are words without heart more marketing than art?

Is there any assurety my words sit on your lips

with the same joy they sit on mine?

I count on words to keep us all alive.

Or is it false security to believe in such vanity?

I sit quietly, in meek wonder at the power of words

to turn a cheek against a blow, 

or use a laugh to turn aside sorrow.

As I await inspiration words flow.

I wonder how this can be so.

What is life but waiting to know?

What is hope but a quickening of spirit?

What is faith but a breath in and breath out?

What is love but accepting whatever comes about?

Has life any purpose or is it merely aspiration?

Is life simply our imagination?

Without imagination can we survive?

Can any nation?

I wait. 

I breathe.

I accept.

I imagine.

I survive.

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May 15, 2022 · 11:50 am

KEEP ON WALKING

On the street where I walked

held tight by Daddy’s hand

fear brought us to  a stop

as I noticed the words of a man

on the sandwich board he wore:

“The world is coming to an end.”

Daddy quickly gleaned

what had stopped me in my tracks.

The weight of concern at such scene

felt in the tension of my hand.

“Is this true?”

 I asked the most honest man I knew.

Daddy never missed a beat 

as he urged along my feet

glued to the sidewalk by the man’s chant.

Daddy said, “This is nothing new.

Every generation has said the same

since the world began.

It is up to us to make it untrue.

And, we always do.

“When you grow up,” he continued,

There will be a world for you.

People always find a way

to save what they love.

So, just keep on walking

and do what you can do.

And never give up.

The world is too fine 

to let a hopeless man define

the future that belongs to you.

Just keep on walking.

Keep on walking.”

He did. And, I do.

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May 14, 2022 · 3:45 pm

GOOD MORNING WORLD

Early morning risers know the scent of dew.

See it split into rainbows

as the dawn shines through.

Notice buds held tight through the night

loosen their hold on night’s dreams,

as day’s stories unfold, yet to be written.

Early morning risers are smitten 

and blessed by a world newly dressed.

Ready to face the world reborn,

with souls un-torn by yesterday’s stress.

Bathed in cool light ,filling every cell’s space,

with grace and delight alight on their face.

Good morning, world!

I am here.

I still live.

I am ready to give.

Good morning world!

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April 22, 2022 · 6:55 pm

HOLY COMMUNION

Hope is a gift we can only give ourselves 

when we have faith in ourselves

which requires we love ourselves.

Believing in ourselves

allows us to believe in others.

We only know this by the gift of love

others give us.

The hopeless cannot have faith

until they love themselves.

They foment insurrection

to make a dark connection

with other lost souls.

Loving the faithless,

those who have lost faith

with their own humanity,

with their own community

is perhaps our own best hope

for unity.

Perhaps love is the more difficult gift,

the more difficult to find, 

the more difficult to hold fast.

Perhaps we are not meant to hold onto love

to make it last; 

but to let it go and find its way,

to those whose need is greater than our own,

that we may create better days.

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April 4, 2022 · 12:35 pm

HOPE STREET

Where does hope begin or end?

Hope is not a one-way street, I know.

Hope folds back upon itself and those

who travel its streets come and go.

Hope gets caught up in the dark fold

and holds its breath until the street unfolds

where freedom lights and warms the soul

and breath can find its rhythm again.

Wins and losses racing down these streets

means little on this stretch where war has taken hold.

the streets of Harkiv, Cherniv, Chernobyl,

Kyiv, Lviv, and Mariupol and the many towns

and villages along the way show us hope 

passed this way on its way to war and back again.

Bodies lying twisted on Ukrainian streets

executed and abandoned show hope passed through

on its way to our own streets, to our own end.

Hope folds back again and again and again

until our streets meet Ukrainian streets,

util our humanity meets in the streets everywhere,

until we discover all streets meet end-to-end.

Our hopes fold and unfold together on the road

to war and peace, to evil or good, to hatred or love.

Where does hope begin or end?

With each of us.

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February 21, 2022 · 3:42 pm

Three Bows to Untie

There are three bows to be untied

if peace is to abide.

Untie the bow of fear

and open the package of hope.

Untie the bow of greed

and open the package of faith.

Untie the bow of hate

and open the package of love.

Pretend it is Christmas Day

and celebrate

Peace to all of good will,

If you will.

Pretend it is your birthday

and free yourself

Of the past.

When all the bows are untied

Peace will abide.

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January 2, 2022 · 3:28 pm

TOMORROW MORNING

Will you write to me

Of fallow fields

Or bounteous yields

Of herb and spice

To brighten the palate

Or bury the dead?

Which is better stated

In a letter created

To satisfy the need

To get a bead

On where we are headed?

What would your words mean to us?

What would it matter?

Keep your words off the page

Or I ‘ll be mad as a hatter

Before all is said

And I am done.

No letters, please.

No promises.

No warnings.

Better to believe it all

Will look better tomorrow.

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