dirty face curly yellow hair red and blue terrycloth and a rattling torso comprise my best friend
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what if the Bread were not broken? what if the Wine were not spilled? what if the Word were unspoken? what are we if death were not killed? but broken indeed was His body and poured out the wine of His blood eternal the promise He’s spoken unending the life of His love
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“i wish”
“i wish i were brave …” but it is comfort you seek; cowardice prevails
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anyone need true insight? nothingness terrifies; incarnation absolves tortured innocent, absolute nonentity I Am nailed there
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all the hungry
at our little suburban church the communion feast is free of allergens and alcohol the bread crumbles into the cup of grape juice if you’re not careful i thought the blood of Christ was stronger stuff than this — at the Anglican Church i kneel at the altar rail to receive the Body and the…
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a place for planting trees
a bit of earth a garden wall a red-leafed maple in the fall a little house a silver birch a branch where baby robins perch a wooden floor a hearth-fire burning a haven for a heart’s poor yearning a candle’s glow a gentle breeze and a place for planting trees
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there once was a young poetaster who thought that he was quite a master his rhymes he did relish and he was awfully zealish (but frankly, he was a disaster) this lad went to visit the king armed with anthems and paeans to sing but the monarch said “sonny, you could take all my money…
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final notice
debtors sprung from jail trespassers’ fences mended sins made obsolete
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that kid
the last time i saw you was a decade ago you were enjolras in les mis — i had my first real job — and all i thought was my goodness, that kid grew up to sing the last time i saw you was months ago in a dream you were teaching me to flirt…
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burn slowly
two bayberry tapers half-wrapped in white tissue lie atop the dresser among the brown glass bottles the mississippi stonewood and the rock from orphan girl mine i’d like to get brass candlesticks and light them on the 31st to bring in the new year brightly the way my pilgrim grandmothers did where did you come…
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