And now as this northern wind blows cold
I desire to read poets and writers of old-
those scribes we can no longer blithely hire
as I sit sipping tea under a blanket by the fire.
Oh give me a pithy Shakespearean play
to digest as I dreamily drain the day away
or a hearty Dickens feast to eat
or an Austen romance, both naive and sweet…
for as the autumn and winter set in again
I feel the need to be with long buried friends.
Adam and Atom
Humanity’s building blocks
Different, but same.
Essence of my life
Thank Holy Spirit today
Comforting guidance.
Fighting for promise
Pulling from depth of being
a worthwhile struggle.
Weaving
Energy
Around
Loved
Things
Heartily, hardily, and holding holy closely.
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Lamenting
Over
Shifted
Spirit
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Liberation retreating
In hearts of misunderstanding
Battling walls and shackles
Ever changing in society.
Riots and discord
Attack free thinking,
Testing and prodding,
Instilling discontent and
Ongoing frustration that prevents
New thinking and freedom.
The passions of youth:
emotional upheavals and highs,
turmoil in incompleteness,
throwing everything to the wind.
The passions of old age:
calming of the spirit,
noticing joy in simplicity,
finding clarity through beauty.
The passions of middle age:
sometimes passions of youth,
sometimes passions of old age,
sometimes, if lucky, figuring it out.
Type, caffeinate, eat.
Meeting to work, talk, and play;
friends, not toast are jam!
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Haunting celtic tunes
Bring to mind ancient peoples
Floating in the wind.
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