Tag: cleansing
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Day 30
you would think when walking through woods at night that we’d stumble — but instead we learn to find a steady foot, our own light
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Day 28: And the greatest of these
is love — which is not really fair to say, for the three intertwine when you sit here, ready, and build atop each other
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Day 24
a clean sheet of paper hides every sin, each fumble and misspelling, so you think God spoke to me clean through, that I am innocent
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Day 23
I wonder if the beams from streetlights singe your fine needles, exhaust you, if only true dark can heal you
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Day 22
rushing her work, damp snow plunges through night air, knowing full well her fate is to dissolve and river-away come morning
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Day 18
gray tree branches hover over dried-damp grass – last year’s growth – chimes ting on the steady breeze remind us of life still here
Poems from in between 