I’ve yet to let

Go what’s gone.

In me the dead

will seed the dawn.

The flower of

this earthly wire

will climb to God

and then expire.

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	Julie Fissinger on Dear St. Joseph
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	jimforest123 on Off to Canaan
	Julie Fissinger on Dear St. Joseph
	Julie on The Missed Tackle
	Julie Fissinger on A room’s never too …
	jimforest123 on The Dutchman and his bike and…

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