Category: Poetry
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Where My Help Comes From
There will not come a day that I will not proclaim that my help comes from the Lord— and not myself—
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Before the Ledge
The man you See standing Today Wasn’t always Able to do so. The weight Was heavy, And the agony Was long…
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Wind Upon the Road
“Step forth, young soul, upon the Road, Onward to your true abode.” So sings the wind into my heart And on its breath I make my start…
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Awaiting the Return
For many leagues she’s wandered on Along the narrow Road; Her weary limbs and aching heart Now sink beneath her load…
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To Live
Think of those who died long ago, Who lie in graves forgotten, Whose lives were swallowed up in woe, Whose corpses now are rotten!…
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The Center
Often, I don’t show it Still, I know it’s true The center of the universe Is not me, but You…
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A Reawakening
Escape from the shadows, Withdraw from me night, Abandon the darkness Rejoice in the light!
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Apple Juice Date
I invited my younger self out for coffee. He came and ordered apple juice instead. I set my heavy burdens down. My body grateful for the reprieve.
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My Father and Our Father
Walking down a darkened street filled with questions, hope, and uncertainty, Not knowing much of anything, except that nothing is in perpetuity…
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Wisdom of an Immigrant Father
My hour has come to leave And it is sooner than I wanted I thought I’d have more time to trade To figure out this choice I made When I brought you here To a land I thought had hope…
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The Bend in the Road
Sorrow lit the way, similar every day, to now a hope that follows through— that no man can undo…
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