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flawed ~

28 Wednesday Jul 2021

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from the end
another started –
a place was ours before
tho pieces have
been lost along the way
neglected to my keeping
trusted far too much
hidden in a box
buried deep
ancient hieroglyphics
carved into these walls
music plays
some nights
to drive me mad
heaven understands
how prayers have gone awry
every plan for getting home –
a flaw
jaded by a promise
to keep my heart for you
cheated by the sounding
of the clock

. . .

not yet written to my soul ~

11 Wednesday Nov 2020

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who will grieve
my going
who will make the bed –
or worry for a season
to things I should
have said

who will speak
my name aloud –
o’er rivers deep and cold
in places not yet written
to my soul

with promise cleft
by secrets sworn
beneath a jealous moon –
when first I died
ten thousand deaths
for you

who will weep
who will pray –
for moments almost come
for sunlight
where the night has been
for stars who mourn
alone

. . .

leaning ~

07 Friday Aug 2020

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belonging

for a little while
I waited –
watched the lane
where once you passed
kept a lantern burning
all night long

for a little while
I prayed aloud –
then drifted off to sleep
surrounded by
these memories
of home

fearless to
the morrow –
a day like all the rest
leaning to the light
where you have gone

. . .

before my bones grow cold ~

27 Thursday Feb 2020

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what measure this –
the meeting
of ancient light to soul
in stories
tell me once again –
before my bones grow cold

brittle
as beginning they
warmed within your arms
gather me
tether me –
against the sweet foretelling
of alarm

where name becomes
a memory –
some other life begins
beyond this golden sunset
I exist –
remember how I loved
how I’ll miss

the making of each moment
within the nights to come

let me go
how far and still –
already
I’ll be home

. . .

Cheryl McCann
5/30/1977 ~ 02/26/2020

paths of stone ~

23 Tuesday Apr 2019

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story of the soul

there’s a sound
that sorrow makes
in still dark rooms –
a void
beyond the burden
an anguished understanding
would you know
for whom I grieve
daffodils I planted
yesterday

on paths of stone
hearts are rent
life recalls its meaning
with circumspect
reminders
was this the way
we came
searching out our others –
the truth
we gave away

. . .

silver bells ~

20 Thursday Dec 2018

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sometime still_edited

in a season for(giving)
of all that we’ve known
the essence of snow laden pines –
shadowy lovers
of reason resigned
to the wind out my window
words seeking rhyme

how many I wonder
as I have before –
what cost for a memory
leaves nothing to shame
choosing surrender
as the pathway to truth –
lingering silence
when words fall away

hands gently folded
now reach for the veil –
as a means to confession
solace of flight –
silver bells echo
backward to dreams –
bliss undeterred
by the night

. . .

released ~

16 Friday Nov 2018

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prayer

how gracious this
my morning prayer
keeps me here too long
filled with names
from seasons past –
or yesterday
the same as new
forgive
and grant me courage
forgive
and grant me peace
forgive
that I might learning
do the same
for all I’ve known
to love again
and all I’ve not
released

. . .