Random Untitled Poetry

To whisper storms to sleep at night,

To call the hidden diamonds forth,

To know–exactly–one’s own worth;

To have the mind of Christ.


To listen to a child weep–

And know you cannot kill their fears–

To be the only one who hears!

–To not die–but–to sleep;


To wait down through the longest age,

And write down all the truths untold,

To–shaking–speak as though you’re bold,

To earn an honest wage;


To live as though you’ve seconds left,

To weep as though you’re never home,

Always lonely but never alone,

Rejoicing–and bereft.


If you have lost all that you seek,

And if you’ve counted every cost:

Go to the world–and to the lost–

For “Blessed are the meek.”

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