Ifs and whens, A community of hope Congregating at the alter of Togetherness And it’s not merely map miles Traversed Or circumstances Overcome, For those are tamed seas And beaten back wilds, And we are guided By explorer hearts; We won’t turn back Despite the threatening beauty Of ocean gales Under corpulent nimbus And the […]
Read MoreSeason’s passed. Seasons past. Left in the vague memory of warmth and calm, a love light flickering weakly in the dark like starfire lost in the firmament of broken hopes. It’s death, this morning of mourning come into afternoon like the inevitable forgetfulness accompanying kindness and care, the taken for granted, the hand left, palm […]
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