The cold steals my Warmth
The dying wise men know /
Their words had no lightning.
Dare we admit that time will ne’er be right?
‘Tis 2 AM; we’re far from ending night.
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Paint the scene now, before ship takes a dive.
He doesn’t come / when you call / usually.
We find ourselves
we have choices
that make all the difference
Between the cadences.
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Away, aweigh, ’tis love which calls us forth;
The love which calls shall push us there as well.
When globe reveals what’s east, west, south or north
‘Tis heaven’s heat which rescues from cold hell.
This is how it will always be.
Who would do /
This / On purpose?
In general, I find a great deal of peace and predictability in the turning of the liturgical seasons. In other ways, it’s tremendously troublesome.
Always waiting. Always looking for what’s next. “OK, that one’s done, and I guess it didn’t ‘work’ either. What do we wait for next?”
I have to be honest; I’ve never liked this carol much.
Last night / We watched the candles / Lighted
This week marks Peace; It still evades.
Life finds a way / Love finds a way / Amor nos omnes liberavit
I want to live with Insides Out / Is ever too much Out in doubt?
The road from here is rocky danger /
And when we reach the end – who knows? / A peaceful path perchance yet stranger
The curtain crashed before the show was o’er, / So no one got to see the very end.