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Joy in the Fury
Joy, how do we meet with you? How are you made manifest In the fury? Where do you begin and, tell me, Will you ever end? Are you like the broken iceberg Weighted by the storm, loosened From the shore, now set afloat and free? Or are you like the waves that make...
Becoming Beautiful
O that we would have eyes to see the beauty within each other’s eyes and know the longing within each other’s sighs. O that we would have eyes to see the One who has no form within each other, until what is a mystery or lacking meaning, with new eyes would see and...
Mystery Merges With Miraculous
It was eleven degrees outside and still dark. We were drinking coffee. “Did you really write that? A wee Babe’s face? Todd asked after I read him my poem. “I did. You don’t like it?” “Wee?” “What?” “We don’t talk that way,” he said attempting a Scottish accent. “A...