

I KnowYou could have told us the weight of it, for friends live to help you bear all in the end.I Know
Why you chose smoke and dark and locks for unconditional love, yes, love, I will never understand, but
I know. Despite the dark, I know,
and it's too late now. The cancer is in your heart, and you've let it go too long.
All that time, you treated your body, but you ignored what mattered more.
Your heart has cancer, misshapen now for bitterness, cruelty, lies.


SoaringIt's not a matter of choice, soaring... not something you try or do of your accord.Soaring
It happens, nonetheless, when stars meet stars and rhythms fall in line with the intended and conducted.
Feet firmly grounded, fast to the
running, standing shore, hearts and souls soaring with Son above in light and joy,
and heartbeats are drumbeats are wing beats on the wind...
and I've finally learned to listen.


EffectThe feel of a small ripple on a smooth glass seaEffect
is much greater than the rushing of hurricane waves.
Strange it should be so, yet somehow,
the world falls all into place at that one realization,
and the surface shimmers, sparkles with warmth and joy and kinetic energy,
and it lives.


RememberingYou used to tell us stories about growing up in the country with vegetables andRemembering
goats and pigs, like that
pig you made into barbeque that you let us play with before. That pig made me
sick, but it was ok. It was time spent at your house in the country.
Aunt Frances taught us to make corn husk dolls once, and you took us to see the cows and chickens. Stories never stopped, and you always asked about your family.
It must have killed you to forget the stories. They
meant so much to you... and in the end, the s
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