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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a quiet passing.

subtle in reminding me,
it has been another year.

another addition,
and it changes again.

in between breaths,
the spaces are ever maturing,
welling with a mandatory introspection
telling me why exactly it is now necessary
to look at what is at hand, and what lies beyond.

maybe a few hums
a few new laughs
a few new sorrows
and a few more loves.

just quietly trodding on.

Labels: birthday post, musing, personal

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