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I am here, for, this!

Your poetry has long been a treasure to read, in the monthly glimpses you shared over in the great beyond. Thank you for bringing it here, too.

Can’t wait for more ♥️

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Thank you, Ang!

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Love love love

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Thank you, Olivia!

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First time I have heard the word “celestine,” and I love it. Perfect for the moment.

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Thank you! While writing this one, it was one of those words that arrives swift and bold, doesn't follow the rules you know it "should" -- but it stays because it tells you it must.

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Kristine, these last lines were beautiful.

"Words, like wings, fight and fly,

before at our bidding,

must now learn to live

on broken string."

God offers us the gift of sharing our words, but of course the invitation is to learn to let go...

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Thank you, Jody! For me, there's the constant lesson that once they're in the world they're no longer "mine." There's a freedom in that, though freedom often can feel a terrifying.

This poem was about all the ways we fear and control putting our words into the world, whether in secrets or conflicts spoken aloud to a loved one, in stories, poems, songs, with strangers, and in prayers -- names given to the longings of our heart.

I'm the type that tries to contain those words, which is a detriment to me, above all. Learning and learning and learning again to let go.

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"before, at our bidding" - what a beautiful image of the tension before release! <3

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