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Jesus waits and wonders
Oh why, human heart
do you sleep on the floor?
What victory looks like
Hey, you’re still standing aren’t you?
You’re still trying?
Fever dream
Maybe this was the real work, the
elbow-bent nighttime writing,
mapping the river that pierces the wood
Tofino
Raven shakes needles on our table.
Cedars and starfish.
The squirrel won’t leave but he does.
You don’t have to do it
You just have to let God do it through you
No thank you to A.I. glasses
Give me the eyes of the heart
Ordinary time: Learning to listen
To the lines
that set up the line
that everyone remembers
Fear and vanity run ahead
To set their traps
Ink
Shadow passing over
the fate of the tree
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