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Many Days

Many days I vacillate

Between despair and hopefulness.

The bitterness and vile hate,

The love and many ways we bless.

I sometimes wish for only one,

That all our finest work be done.

Yet for Good to make her mark

There also must be temptation.

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Cat, the Moon, and I

The Moon and I, we took a walk,

Just to laugh and cry and talk.

She took my hand, we danced a spell

As Florence sang of ocean swells.

I took a drag and spoke my mind

As that ol’ Moon her ear inclined.

A grey cat happened up by chance

And paused her hunt to join the dance.

The night wind carried Florence near

So Cat, the Moon, and I could hear.

We thanked her kindly, took a bow,

Shared a soft “Good-bye for now.”

We’ll be back to dance again

And laugh about where we have been.

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Passed Through

Hope is hard too see right now.

We want to find it; don’t know how.

Everywhere I look, I see

The turmoil churning painfully.

Yet if I look within, I know

What now is was so long ago.

Nothing that we see is new,

Including what we’re going through.

If they’ve been and are again,

The good news here today, my friend

Is that which is and troubles you

Will soon be something you’ve passed through.

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She Hopes

She hopes to be a person soon.

We’ve walked the sea, the dawn, the moon;

We’ve skimmed the skies and mounted peaks;

We’ve searched the ground and underneath.

Yet for every step we take,

We make a pile of same mistakes.

She hopes to be a person soon,

With full control of her own womb,

With pay to match and time to spare.

If only all of us would care.

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I’m Reminded

I’m reminded of Eternal’s power

In the deepest, darkest hour.

Broken in the midst of sin,

Mercy shines Her light within,

Reminding me that all do break

And make a million mistakes.

If we would but remember this,

We’d be closer to the bliss

That comes when all are fully seen

And loved, no matter who we’ve been.

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