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Purpose

“Live for those who love me, For those who know me true, For the Heaven that smiles above me, And awaits my coming too; For the cause that lacks resistance, For the future and the distance, And the good that … Continue reading

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Disconnected

“As I was sitting in my chair, I knew the bottom wasn’t there, Nor legs nor back, but I just sat, Ignoring little things like that.” ~ Hughes Mearns I’m not exactly sure when or where the disconnect actually happened, … Continue reading

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The Dream

In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted. Ah! What is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around … Continue reading

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My Storm

“And now my life ebbs; days of suffering grip me.  Night pierces my bones; my gnawing pain never rest. In His great power God becomes like clothing to me; He binds me like the neck of my garment. He throws … Continue reading

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Found

“What is the voice of strange command Calling you still, as friend calls friend, With love that cannot brook delay, To rise and follow the ways that wend Over the hills and far away.” ~ William Ernest Henley You could … Continue reading

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Valley of Ashes

“This is a valley of ashes—a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men … Continue reading

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Time

It only hurts when I breathe. My heart trying to find a way to numb this pain, a facade to ease my mind. I stare at the clock that no longer moves. Not forward, not backward. Not sure what it’s … Continue reading

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