The Storm

Come here

I will tell you a story

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Birthday Chair

let the rain drops be a kiss

and let the wind be a dance

lay down your life at the foot of What Is

place it gently

with trust

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The Magic of a Woman

as the leaves scatter across my soul

I light a candle

I kneel down in the dark

I choose not to wear shoes

and find pleasure in the wet ground

under my feet

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“Making Friends with Fire”

I am the branches falling

the animals hiding

the water rising over the bridge

all the broken things

I can be frightening at times

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“Standing Inside the Storm”

 

But this is not how the story ends

with windows breaking

or things ripped from the earth

roots trailing…

It is how the story goes

in a storm.

the most blessed days come after

looking like tenderness so tender

we forget storms even exist

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