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    • Steadfast Flame

      Do not tire, do not fade
      your small light still guides the way.

      Lift your hands, whisper your hope
      let mercy fall where hearts are closed.

      Breathe, and breathe again
      grace softens stone
      faith carries flame.

      Rise each day
      extend your hand
      your devotion flows
      into the unseen, the unheard
      everlasting.

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      • Love the art work!! It’s true I think, that we need to keep on going, to be the hope that keeps the lights on or the candle lit. Often, I think, people do not understand the effect they have on others, how their words or actions give people hope, a reason to keep going on. Our world suffers and it is the flame of hope that offers a way out.…Read More

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      What Isn’t Heard

      there’s a vastness…
      you can’t even fathom…
      a universe you can’t imagine…
      within the realm of silence

      stories untold
      realities unexpected
      contemplative reflection
      pain unspoken

      everything locked inside a vacuum
      where the wall of it…
      can hold someone hostage
      a victim of their own thoughts

      you can’t…Read More

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      • Yes, I can hear that silence. It’s the silence of a mother whose son has been cut down in a gang war or a war in a foreign country. Or the anguish of needing formula for our kids but no money to buy it. It’s the search for decent work, but not enough education to get it. Its the cries of children hiding under desk when the gunman came to school.…Read More

        • I didn’t have a choice on writing this. It’s been much on my mind of late. That deafening, heart-rending silence unheard from outside. Thank you for hearing it with me, Curt

    • Concordant Discord, Discordant Concord

      April 19th wakes up
      already arguing with itself.
      It stretches, yawns,
      and immediately disagrees
      with the way the light enters the room.

      But then,
      in a twist only April could have invented,
      it agrees
      to disagree
      as long as the disagreement
      keeps agreeing
      with the deeper, quieter truth
      that…Read More

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    • Peace not Granted

      Oh come to me sacred peace
      Unknowingly they participated
      Volumes reaching levels unprecedented

      Oh, come to me in sweet silence
      For one more vowel of consonant spoken
      I will meet the judge and jury

      I see my end near…

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    • 18, The Nervous Breakdown of the Month

      April 18th does not walk in.
      It bursts.
      It arrives trembling,
      breathing too fast,
      eyes wide,
      hands shaking
      as if it has been running
      from itself all night.

      This is the day of the nervous breakdown,
      the day when the month
      finally admits
      it has been faking composure
      since the…Read More

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