There's an old fine layer of dust
That covers everything
From all my shoes to ceiling lamps
And garbage in between.
...
some say i've wasted many years
some say i've lost a step
but i say they are just confused
and broadcasting their fears.
...
From the manger to the tree
God the Father waits for thee
first laid down in hand and timber
so that written words remember.
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cobblestones are roads well traveled
many many years ago
rounded off by cart and footfall
weathered smooth by rain and snow.
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The first gray days of fall recall
the memories of the winter,
of days when autumn's golden leaves
are tossed by breezes, frosty cold.
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I saw a stranger in a mirror
That I wasn't looking at
From the corner of my eye
I didn't know I looked like that.
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green chairs are lined in soldier's ranks below the table's flowers
as sentinels before the gate, the narthex and the towers.
worn tiles, carpeted the floor with filthy years misuse,
and doorstop's gasket can't control the door's fatal abuse.
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Walkin' down the endless rails
with water in my shoes
i find a way
to spend the day
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This world is grey and green
Between the steep cut walls
Beneath a cloudy pillowed sky
And cold is how it seems
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