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Reflection on the Smoky Mountain Fires of 2016

7/18/2021

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These mountains were beautiful once,
​and will be again.

All things in their proper time.

I mourn the fire,
but I am thankful for the rain.
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The Road From Colossus

7/18/2021

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Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,​

It turns out we sent them to the wrong place,

Let them come with me.



​We'll find ourselves a new passage

That leads to the promised land

And we'll go there together,

Strangers hand in hand.

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Across the Water

7/16/2021

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As I watched the sun set as we went across the water, gliding,

I remembered the time we rode in the back of daddy's truck,

Our hair pushed back in the wind more perfect than even momma could do in her beauty shop, even with all of her skill and years of training with a blow dryer and a brush, the perfection of wind running through hair that no human could achieve, a perfection wrought by the hand of the divine, nature and human form meeting face to face and we couldn't look it straight in the eye. We had to squint so our eyes would not dry out, the air robbing us of our tears.

Involuntarily

We wept

With joy.

My mind went back as we went across the water.

As I watched the children

I remembered

And I realized

That I didn't know then

I would never feel that free

Again.


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Song of the Daffodil

7/6/2021

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The daffodils
Like whippoorwills
Sing out to you
Beneath windowsills.
Come join us
As we welcome spring.
Come join us
With the joy you bring.
You,
Yes you,
And only you,
You are the yellow
To my blue.
The sun against
My morning sky,
My beacon
As I'm sailing by,
On stormy seas,
Against brutal clouds,
When dead leaves hide
You cry out loud:
Come join us,
Let's be born again!
Come join us,
We can all be friends!
We wish the seasons
To stand still
We wish for you
Our daffodil.
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The Three Seasons of Fall

7/6/2021

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At first I will come to you
Only at night
Slip through your window
And leave when it's light.

Then you will find me
Awake in the day,
Soon I'll consume
Everything in my way.

Finally I'll leave you
Quiet as I came.
You'll question my motives
We both will be changed.
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