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Lower back length pottery-tan strands
Hair like golden laced sands
Drop all around her tiny frame
Green eyes gaze upward
She sighs
Knowing more about my soul than I
And though fully tall she meets no eye
Her gentle spirit reaches every cloudy sky
Then back down again to my heart
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My feet fall quietly on the snowy trail
Making only the slightest sound
Like the muffled ripping of opening mail
My feet step, crunching the ice-hardened ground
The dark shadowy branches of trees dip low
Winter-stripped arms reach for my cap-covered head
This tunnel of trail and trees bathed in moon-glow
On a silver winter walk
With little heard
And nothing said
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Circling all in endless mystery
In fluid silence, form, and beauty
The Watcher of the Night rises high
Claiming her place in the evening sky
Throne of night will find its heir
The night will come
Oh day beware!
For the Queen of another life has come to rule
A dignified Monarch
An ancient jewel
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Blue ridges of an evening’s fall
In timeless contentment do you sleep
Kind and soft—yet above them all
And even secrets you have, and keep
Your trees climb daring!
High!
Tall!
But touch not the sky
Yet higher than any
Higher than all
Your spirit cannot deny
Hills of peace, sing you songs
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King reigned upon throne
Of change
Upon throne of truth raging
Hands-in-the-sky praying
Asking God for grace to rain down
Soak America and drown
All evil hate
The Good Doctor prescribed
The Word of life
To a Nation deprived
Of the love of Christ
From a throne of change
He spoke of the One True King
Giver of life
Ender of strife
Maker of all things
In the eyes of Whom all men are equal
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he awakens (barely) by a new day drive
to live new moments and thrive
for the pursuit
of passionate living
stumbling and giving
his best
or at least not worst
during each day’s test
and so begins a morning ritual
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Robe of righteousness and peace
His grace to me shall never cease
The love He gives remains kind and true
And in His word refreshes me anew
Oh! How I see my filthy sin
And how I commit them o’er and o’er again
Yet forgave Him me when on the cross
Died for my sins and perhaps now you’ll pause
And think about His death on the tree
And how He pardoned all sin for both you and me!
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Feet slip slightly on leaf-topped trails
Hiding muddy walking paths
Where skittish birds and creatures laugh along
With my own heart
Being cut apart
To be filled with a jungle of joy
Air smells sweet
But also of death and rebirth
Of consumption and thirst
Life unending
And turning
Still learning of new things
Yet memory not failing the old
Catch the perfume of a life in flowers
Dying plants in the wandering hours
And stories seldom told
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To know Him we must be like Him
Born humbly into a new life
Into an old animal shed
A clean, yet humble livestock barn
Perfect beginnings for a life Christ-led
From fleshly beds of discontent
To beds of straw we now lay
Simple beds of contentment and joy
As our Saviour laid on that first Christmas day
Trading old lives of confusion and strife
For new lives of simplicity
Turning from sin, and looking ahead
With goals of Christlike purity
‘Who may ascend into the hill of the Lord?
‘And who may stand in His holy place?’*
Clean hands, pure hearts
Seek ye fully His holy face!
Wrapped in cloths of truth
Laid in a manger of grace
Quietly animals low
Born again into His perfect grace
To know Him we must be like Him
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*Psalm 24:3-4
I fall backward
From walks
And talks
And laughing with friends
From seeing new things
I fall to the end
Of a day well-traveled
And company shared
With former strangers
And lovers of life
Beyond compare
So
Backward I fall
From a day well-led
I welcome this night
And fall back onto bed
anthony forrest
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