.

everyone is
my community
with that one thing
in common
we
are sinners
everyone is
my community
when we meet
we can talk of more
because i know
there is

.

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turning
in moments
unseen
this quiet
change
of heart
brings me
ever closer

.

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(Written after reading Glynn’s post,“i am not qualified for this”,
and pages 228 & 229 of the ragamuffin gospel.)

.

in the goodness sneaks
going where
it’s meant to go
going where
we do not know
going wherever
ideas flow
and keeps on going
for weeks
upon weeks
in the goodness sneaks

.

.
.
my heals are hard
from going barefoot
all summer
or maybe it’s
because i’m like a
day old dinner roll
getting tougher
on the outside
and softer
in the middle
.

.

.

.

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bits of words sent
here quietly appear
letters and spaces
cast in light
wrong or right
the words don’t matter
it’s the thought
that counts

~

words sent (a rewrite)

bits of words sent
here quietly
speak truth
letters and spaces
leave no traces
of doubt
that words matter
and surely count

~
illustration . words sent . nance

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just what is this season
between summer and fall
when it seems that time stands still
or there was never time at all

the tall grass stands golden
in the haze of silent sun
and i wish that i were young
once more

soon
the earth will turn
upon blue winter

the chill
of death will sting
and splinter

then from
this dreamy daze
He shall wake me

from this
beguiling place
He will take me

together
hand in hand
we will go

and we will walk
in golden grass
and talk of many
things

the hush will turn
to music
i will hear angels
sing

i will understand
the mystery
and contented
i will be

existing in
the rapture
of His Love

rewrite 8/28
added lines are words from lovely comments.
thank you.

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i can only dream of the big city lights
filling the sky scraped and flowing
along the curbs come splashing
yellow cabs swerving honking
holding on for your life
on the streets
red light places going green
keep it moving on down the road
no parking here, man
it’s a loading zone

one

something old
something new
something borrowed
something blue
rabbit’s foot
chicken bone
lucky penny
small smooth stone
don’t step
on that crack
it will break
your mother’s back

i had a dream
of red orange sky
where cliffs soared
a mile high burning
with hot hazy air
filling my lungs
i was dying
yet going
somewhere