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wow big in simplicity screams at how try hard my poetry is. always less is more

truly the only thing that soothes me when i‘m in a depressive funk is her voice

Every morning I want to kneel down on the golden
cloth of the sand and say
some kind of musical thanks for
the world that is happening again--another day--
from the shawl of wind coming out of the
west to the firm green
flesh of the melon lately sliced. . . I want
to be worthy of--what? Glory? Yes, unimaginable glory.
O Lord of melons, of mercy, though I am
not ready, nor worthy, I am climbing toward you.

Am I lonely?
The beautiful, striped sparrow,
serenely, on the tallest weed in his kingdom
also sings without words.

I want
to see Jesus,
maybe in the clouds

or on the shore,
just walking,
beautiful man

and clearly
someone else
besides.

On the hard days
I ask myself
if I ever will.

Also there are times
my body whispers to me
that I have.