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MY TINY LAST STEPS

I don’t know what I think of the fear.
I have always felt comfortable
near the edge of “doin right”.

The end of life got my father
15 years earlier than I am.
I have watched the vibrant,
the loving
and the so much alive
pass in the blink of an eye.

Do I deserve the more I have?
It’s a silly question.
I find afraid is
An imposter.

So I step into silent forces
Each day unawares
Being willing to be surprised
Or calmed
Or satisfied.

Even to whisper
Final words Like
James Dean’s

“We’re not going to
Make it.”

Not even knowing
The mess
He just made.

I am willing to sleep
In the arms of a God
I cannot comprehend,

I care not about
My tiny last step.
I have have had
so many
Greater ones.

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Poem 14

LET ME KISS YOUR TEARS
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Let me kiss your tears
Salty as the endless sea
Let me drink your sadness
To make room for
Your future gladness

Poem 15

Try Not To Hate
Do not despise If you wish to rise There is a place Where you belong Where you are not wrong To love.......
Though the journey is long
And the shades of night
Are dark.

Poem 16

Hard To Believe
It is hard to believe And, therefore.Receive A love so great
That it covers every failing,
Perfects all things.
Making the desires of the heart
Complete.
Faith is given,