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Conversation with a TreeI ask the tree,“I know that my binaries are spectra,and every name’s a judgment.Any walls I have ever built worked both ways.But how far can I extend?And If I start, can I stop?”It says,“I grow upward because there is no limit;If I began from a height and extended downward,I would have fixed…
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The Man with no PrideFor me there’s always timeswhen words can do no better:The laughter in your eyes,the pattern on your sweater.I don’t pretend to knowthe places we could go for warmer weather.For me there’s always times when words can do no better.To the man with no pride,Nothing could be better;For the man with no…
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To See and Be Seen It is a burden to be seen. Does she stare at people too long because she is trying to see herself in their eyes? And what does she see there? It is a treasure to be seen. In her I see a brook, carving gently, slowly Soothing with a crisp…
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We Lose Sight of it in Small TownsWe lose sight of it in small towns.In the forest it is clearWhat tension grips the heartwoodAs bustling the leavesAnd desperately the roots reach out—To live, To take, To change.What difference it would makeIf I could live half so ardentlyAs once I loved you. This is one of…
The Trinitarian Mystery 