The elf is swinging
Gingerbread house family
Rainbow Christmas tree

The elf is swinging
Gingerbread house family
Rainbow Christmas tree

To be read while listening to the song Live and Enjoy by Dmitro Khatskevych.
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1.) You’re Welcome to my dream.
2.) But it’s Her Joy I cannot share.
3.) I’ll die pointing at the moon
4.) having written in the rain
5.) making phone calls on the road
6.) desiring a return, to source.
7.) Her passages are unmarked
8.) but open as the sky.
9.) A map that leads to nowhere
10.) from a heart, overflowing
11.) with compassion.
12.) It’s Her Joy I cannot share.
13.) The summits of the still blue hills
14.) and reception of the matrimony
15.) are to behold in surprise.
16.) As true as redemption speaks,
17.) Men will follow in Her foot steps,
18.) holding the world on their shoulders.
19.) For His sons chase lions,
20.) and His daughters, illuminate the heavens.
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Intended references provided below by line number:
2.) NA
3.) Point at the Moon – Ram Dass
12.) NA
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For me
it’s fall on the farm
red barn on the green grass hill
leaves leaving the trees
Milage on zero
I guess I’ll have to trust you
Twelve or so gallons
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For G.G.I.
Five-forty shuttle
Velvet bodybag gurney
Birthday heart attack
Halloween party
Skull pile sink soap bottle
Portal circle screams
Retention pond geese
They’re the Canadian kind
Five hundred dollars
I do not wish for life in Heaven
but one more walk with You.
For every time I’ve gone astray Your waters they pour through
my eyes are damns of memories
You’re the One I have remebered
for it’s your breath that fills my lungs
my heart breaks in surrender.
I do not wish to see Your face
but one more flower’s bloom.
For even in the cold dark night You’ve given me the moon
light ablaze my fallow fields
You’re the One that will renew
for suffering cannot compare the grace You’ve led me to.
I do not wish to hear Your voice
but one more chance to dream.
For life itself, reality, is that which is serene
my body’s found it’s place, a home
You’re the One I live upon
for the path that lies ahead of me is one You’ve put me on.
Morning peloton
Street colliding white tailed fawn
Soft handed farmer
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For A.P.