everything that begins must finish
nor would i wish it to continue
dear those these days have been
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thanksgiving on the prairie
gold-bleached grasses bend
in the wind while ice frosts
the slender fingers of every
black-barked tree
in between the lines
emily, i am tired —
emily, what shall i write?
early comes the encroaching night
golden hour has warmed
the brown of dry leaves
to bronze
prime
awake, my soul
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the body of Christ
what did You look like
Son of God?
i have only seen the surface
I have only seen the surface
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Eichel Mütze
come let me wear you!
cried the little rusty tam
one for sorrow
toll one for sorrow
my darling, my dears
toll one
toll one for sorrow
things too wonderful
three things are too wonderful for me;
four things i can’t comprehend
