Her words turned into a song that to the world set the sun itself, but to her Angels, she was simply asking them not to cry.
Read MoreA quite wonderful language that takes to shapes of pears and apples/ to a sun that bakes warm to hues of honey…
Read MoreThis solid stone for touch had stubborn thick with walls I had withdrawn
A thousand times to feel what I had not and others moved beyond
Read MoreI shout—the scream from the fall of my
careless and unanticipated step. An answer’s
given without delay. It tightens and prepares
for my capture and holds me securely, and
sets me on my way.
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