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becoming, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, self, spirit, spirituality, wandering, writing
secrets wear
the story long
and there my purpose known
as quiet moves
these sleepless bones
to write
sacred
as repentance held
lips still wet with prayer
as silence wraps
forgiveness ‘round
the night
as blush the morn
becoming new
a refuge to my soul
constellations
never were so bright
the sun
shall rise me gently
as wings above the flame
a tremor held in place
against the light
dreams
almost forgotten
are gathered on the lawn
longing wills my whisper
into flight
. . .
tornadoday 