The Hopeless Devotional

Skies Be Gray

Skies be gray

Most every day;

Yet inside,

A fire abides.

Stoke it hot,

Snuff it not;

For others might

Just need the Light.

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The Simple

The simple frees us.

We can rest from future fears.

We can love what is.

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People

People:

An odder species, you’ll not find.

Foolish, stupid, out-of-mind,

Strange and smart and brave and kind,

So twisted, gorgeous, undefined.

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As Hard to Bear

As hard to bear as heavy stone,

As hard to chew as solid bone,

As painful as an open sore,

And yet more painful to ignore.

Yet in the bearing, chewing, healing,

Though to see may send us reeling,

Lighter, tender, sweeter still

Is Truth when we have had our fill.

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My Heaven, Part 8

Laughter and babbles,

Cartoons, drama, and big hugs.

Bliss of Connection.

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Swirling, Twirling

Swirling, twirling,

Bound, unfurling;

Expand, contracting,

Such reacting

In a place

Unfettered by our time and space.

Past and Present, Future Fears,

All collide between our ears.

Breathe in,

Begin

To slow it down

Settle now

And realize how

This swirling, twirling,

Bound, unfurling,

Is seldom needed,

Best not heeded.

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We Are Creativity

We are creativity;

It’s part of our humanity.

To fix, to make, to share, to learn,

To try, to write, to watch, to yearn.

We must create,

Participate,

Imagine, act, and complicate.

So sing or dance or write or play,

On moonlit night or sunny day.

Find the bliss of being you,

And live it out in all you do.

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“Grief brings Joy to sight,
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My Heaven, Part 7

A silenced Spirit,

An ancient mystic’s writings;

A warmth stirs within.

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The Doors Are Closed

The doors are closed

But were they open?

Did they welcome masses hoping,

Hoping for a warm embrace

But greeted with an upturned face?

The stain-ed windows, still and dark,

Did they ever shine?

Did they loosen or confine,

Confine the blessings to a few

As all the others struggle through?

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