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Wild pretty flowers around, small ones in pink and yellow
easily ripping and fading in the summer heat. Even the pool

boils like hot spring. And big ants eating mangoes and avocadoes.
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A day of wonder waits
Be God, my light dictate
Come Lord, to me your aid
Do brush, my fear, you bade
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Love so sweet of Sacred Heart
Opens paths to secret lights
Vain fright thoughts of gray
Eternal true light burns away.
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Once we made love
and again, a concession of love
my homage to Love.
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December! Happy days of waiting here!
For You, to us, come after toil and grief
Christmas lights and stars adorned colored wreaths
December joy, grace brushed, in eyes of tears.
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To God be all glory in all the earth!

To God be all thanks for our birth!
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You live in this, and dwell in my eyes all times of December

We’d feast in the smoking patio with carols and lanterns of gold
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I make prayers, Lord

I make poems, too
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i pity your indecency

with your off-shoulder blouse
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The quick rain washed a spotted pavement on the block of garrulous tongues. The pressure from the clouds was intense and fiery. It was a storm in one minute wrecking an obnoxious assembly of thieves.
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You, at the center, appease my fright

A kid's heart, at that
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You claimed your duty when I asked for your

promise. A maze runner in the nameless wild,
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Sheets, layers of shelter
Cradling babies, cuddling in sleep
Nap sack for a journey
Mantle for atoms
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Thank you dear Jesus for today

Thank you dear God that You stay
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Hold on to me
In the relics that align us together
The dead rise with us
Stars float in the water
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I need you to look at me
after the mirrors cracked

Groom me how
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kagayaku tsuchi,
watashi wa kisu wo shi
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Days of wrath, I have seen, now over me
Gone loathsome rains of weeping, after dawn

Should I fall, in praise I’d rise like kids - found
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Losing grip of love affair, I hold thin folds of time like tongues of cookie layers on the shores of white sand and white sugar in the tub.
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I have come to you today because my grieving has not been over.

I remember the dead, those hurt in my land, the ruins of my country.
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