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This afternoon.

Just this afternoon,

I stood by the door,

holding on, no, clinging

desperately to hope.

Fleeting hope.

The wind blew and

the leaves rustled.

Life went on, still.

Seemingly unaware

and undisturbed by

my current state.

I took in a deep breath

and supposed that life was

willing me to go on as well.

So I thanked God and

went about the business of life.

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A letter of encouragment

I watched you pick through the rubble

that once was a proud testament of your

best efforts.

You didn’t say much. You couldn’t.

Such occasions find most at a loss for words

and I suppose you were no exception.

But my eyes could only see

the chaos on the ground. And I couldn’t

help but wonder about your heart.

I could only begin to imagine.

And so I want you to know this,

you can’t see this yet but the grey

clouds above you are heavy with rain.

I felt a raindrop on my face and glanced

at you to see if you felt it as well.

You didn’t.

I suppose you thought it was just your tears.

That’s quite alright still.

I can’t help but smile now.

This charred ground ravaged by wildfire

will soon be drenched in rain and life

will spring up.

It won’t be too long…

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Beyond the blue

The sky fell in spectacular style.

You could almost call it art.

Canvased in grey the scene was set

along with Intricate washes of blue.

A cold wind whistled in

Its tune solemn and mournful.

But the thunder clapped,

and lightning cracked so I was

convinced that this was not entirely

the tragedy I thought it was.

The sky fell in spectacular style.

It was surely art

and I’m glad to say that I suffered for my art

for now I know that beyond this

blue sky lies something far greater.

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This present moment

In this present moment my mind

has wandered more times

than one, I believe, and still counting,

to that imagined better future.

I’m entranced,

the contrast between now and

then leaves me with little else

to do but wander from

this present  moment.

But this present moment is suspect

to a certain beauty hidden behind

these grey clouds above me.

I can’t help but wonder about

my constant wandering to a future time

when this present moment is where

I am present.

This present moment is suspect to

a certain hidden beauty behind these

grey clouds above me.