xxi: more than yesterdays

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a reason

Isaiah 55:11 : so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what i desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.

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i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

intertext

tai
lu
mikan
janice
qiao
dawn

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stainglass

you are not light,
but light comes through
and i see everything
in the light of you.

everything is colored,
a million different ways,
and where the light hits,
you'll find my face.

i will hold my breath,
in this quiet place
to remember the way
the light takes shape.

you are not light,
but light comes through,
and i hold my breath
in the light of you.

Labels: my poetry

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