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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mangoes

you ask me what i am thinking about
and i tell you nothing.

i can't tell you though.
you can't stay.

because in my weakness i can demand,
but not in my strength, because that would be selfish.

and so i am dismayed to find,
that a tear or two escapes me when i discover i can't even
split a mango with somebody.

and i don't want to eat one alone.

Labels: musing, personal, spring

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