Tuesday, March 18, 2008


This morning, some unabashedly mushy and probably horribly bad poetry. I am a little too close to it to tell for sure.

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For emptiness, confusion, false starts, stones and the need to search,
For promptings, promises, proxies, signs, coincidences, reminders,
For strength, sight, comfort and endurance
For pain preceding empathy, for angels on an errand
For dreams, pigtails, speeding trains
For a daughter

Glory and praise be to Almighty God.

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