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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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    Psyche

    I loved him unseen.That was my faith.I reached for lightand lost him.That was my undoing.So I walked through silence,through tasks that scraped the bone,through doubt that tasted like ash.I did not stop loving.That was my power.When he returned,I was...

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    Psyche and Eros

    He came in darkness.No face.No name.Only heat.Only breath.I opened.He moved through melike tide.Like fire.Like something eternal.Every touch a question.Every pause an answer.I saw him once.The light revealed desire.I lost him.I followed anyway.Through fire.Through doubt.Through hunger in my bones.When he...

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  • 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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