Life is solid, made of earth and stone,
of roots that sink deep into the silence of the soil.
Each step, an echo in the field of time,
each breath, a reminder that we are (in)finite.
There is strength in the winds we cannot see
and in the falling leaves that fear not the winter.
Love is not fleeting, but like the rock,
firm, built in the fissures of being.
And when the sky closes,
when th...

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We’ve known each other all our lives.

You’ve been there for me day and night,

every minute, every hour,

without me even trying.

I have taken you for granted, all the time,

and I am sorry.

I only know I need you when you’re running short,

shallow, caught or less.

I’ve seen you lend yourself

to other chests, to fading days,

dying lights. Heard you roar,

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Breath...

and show up

for your life

Have faith

Rainbows will come

with treasures

from heaven...

by Lynn Hahn

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As the sun beats down

on another glorious day,

the blackbirds are singing

in their sweet little way.

The world is still

and my mind is at peace,

how I pray for this stillness

as it offers such release.

The sky so blue

and clear overhead,

the world still in slumber;

tucked up in their beds.

Dreaming of worlds

with strange designs

and, for now...

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How have you inked

this palpitant heart?

Well, let me tell you:

Your barbs extend

long and deep and far,

far enough to pierce

skin of my resistance

with needlepoint of

your persistence.

But not only skin

deep; you refuse to

settle for what I

had to offer, deep--

you broke skin and

plunged deeper than

anyone ever did go

pierced right through

very v...

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your hand rests
on the edge
of the kitchen table
there is no
silence here
only the light fading
like the slow
leaking of breath

an apple sits
on the counter
soft lines curving
into the white
shadow of the wall
we take the curtain
turning like a page
in restless sleep
and the sound
of the rain
murmurs cold against
the window

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The wind that blows
in a breath of time
has no borders,
as it sings new ways
like flickering waves
across the sea.

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