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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.


about
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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  red.
"Smile often" read the words on the page
in the most mundane of documents
on the most tedious of topics.

when identified by a singular emotion it is
too easy to push away and decide on something entirely
different despite understanding balance.

how long has it been?
the erosion of parted lips releasing breath in contented
sighs sensual and spiritual.

erased by lapping darkness stealing pieces away
with each undulation and carried into the middle
of somewhere nobody has ever seen but everyone knows.

i will graft roots of loveliness into shifting
sorrow and drop anchor into deep joy
by raising a salute to faithfulness.

a reminder to myself today to smile often
in the most mundane of days
on the most tedious of topics

with ever a hint of
red.

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