Rumble

 

-------Rumble-------

 

I was not taught, as a child, 

how to pray.

 

For the church 

had set 

 

A sour taste

within my family's mouth.

 

It was 

unknown to me

 

That beneath 

those marble floors

 

Were centuries 

of praise 

 

Planted like seeds 

into the earth

 

And in the 

water of the springs.

 

I was alone 

in a way,

 

Without a language 

to walk in

 

The world 

beyond myself.

 

But 

I have stumbled.

 

And head down 

on the ground

 

I can hear those seeds 

rumble,

 

Turning,

and humbled 

 

I find 

my feet again

 

Upon 

the Earth

 

I pray.

 

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Spirit of Revolt

 

-------Spirit of Revolt-------

 

I do not 

believe 

in right and wrong

 

In a morality 

of deservedness.

 

There is too much violence 

possible 

in that.

 

I prefer, instead, 

to orient,

 

In a spirit of revolt,

 

Toward love 

and ways 

which break the boxes

 

That doctrines 

have put us in.

 

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Slow Dance

 

-------Slow Dance-------

 

"Be still

a moment.

 

Let 

the season

catch up.

 

Peace in life

is not a place one gets to

 

But moving, 

rather,

in rhythm with the Earth.

 

And Winter," I

remind myself,

 

"Is a slow

dance

all its own."

 

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Cottonwood

 

-------Cottonwood-------

 

Underneath 

the Cottonwood

 

Along the edges 

of a dream

 

I give 

myself 

to time's meander

 

And float 

towards home

 

Upon 

this stream.

 

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Among Us

 

-------Among Us-------

 

The care 

we find

in each others arms

 

Is a safety 

beyond 

the laws of man

 

For we,

in community,

are sacred,

 

Resilient

and 

unshakeable

 

From knowing we have

among us 

already

 

Everything

that 

we need.

 

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