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May you never hurt so badly
That your mind turns to fire
And your heart freezes
For it is victorious
To keep a cool mind
And a warm heart
May you never wander so far
That your legs become numb
And you forget
Who it is that you are
For it is integrity
In our own character
That forms our journeys
May you greet
Each waking day
In the fullness of its glory
For truly it is
A gift from God

Voice of Silence

Mountains pierce the sky
With purple trees as swords
Green carpets lay across the stream
Soaking wet with forest tears
The flowers bloom without a word
They need not scream the season
Whiffs of wind carry the scent
Of dying earth and living birds
All swirled in as one
Flicks of ruby red catch my eye
Darting in and out of
The hollows of the woods
Once again the breeze skips
I perch myself on top a rock
With a front row view
Watching the day perform its art
Its Master, the Creator, my Savior
Graces me once again with His presence
The voice of silence

What We Do

Sometimes I think
We say things to each other
That we desperately need to hear
And really want to believe
As if our own words
From our own mouths
Could convince our hearts
And ease our minds
For years
We have fooled ourselves
That human nature
Has some rule of thumb
Some predictable form or pattern
We wake
To a mess of thought
That takes hours
If never at all
To chase away
Our words
Neatly strung together
In proper grammatical form
Act as band-aids
Covering open wounds
At least
That's what I think