The grace of poetry
☄️ Fully-dedicated poetry edition
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❤️ The Mind of a Philosopher & the Heart of a Poet ❤️
With the mind of a philosopher and the heart of a poet, this week is fully dedicated to my poetry. The title of this post is two lines from the poems you will read today. If you are a paid subscriber, there are three unreleased poems here for you.
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Are we running out of time?
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WALKING THROUGH THE DARK
Through the darkness I carry a candle
Given to me by the Spirit.
She walks behind me.
He walks behind me.
They walk next to me,
Holding my hands.
Yes, here I stand at the edge
Looking out over the promised land.
But there is always more to do
And there is always more to you.
Yes, there is always more to do
And there is so much more in every drop of dew.
The chilling bone is a sign of life.
The hopeless sigh is a release of spite.
The hollow stare is a chance to see.
The suffocation is a reminder to breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe!
The dark path is not a sentence.
It is a chance to offer reverence.
With gratitude, we wade through the waters.
With hope, we thank the Father.
The dark path is a remembrance.
When the light washes over us – second chances.
THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN
I always got on best with older people.
Since I was young, I would hum along
To the silence with my granny Josephine
And find peace in the simple joy of being.
No false pretenses or expectations,
We’d pass the day and rejoice in celebration
At the shear revelation that we lived another day
And could look back on yesterday.
I am not afraid of death, so every single breath
Is a gift. I lift my eyes up to the Spirit and She
Offers prayers because beneath these layers of skin
Is a vulnerable soul with a time limit.
Yesterday, today, tomorrow — sometimes I
Lose track of time. But that’s fine! When
The silent train is coming with an ominous rumbling,
I’ll take off my hat and say thank you for the tumbling life I had.
UNTETHERED
It is the time of no harvest
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