grief of a brother-
in the house of dead brothers…
we all knew each other the way you do
we gave in, and covered when we had to, and what we had to do we did;
and then one, lacking the full picture, went down-that day,
the whole earth shook and cried. We were suddenly brothers, and
like the animals running away from the Cross that day, in that type of fear,
and realizing, we knew
it was really over until we saw it
 our older brother rose from the dead
and called us all home. As brothers.
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listening to my off line self:
my off line self wasn’t happy with my on line self today
it felt neglected, so i let it represent itself in silence
with only the angels as audience. i think it felt relieved
as it kept speaking in poetry and prayer.
after all, it said, if we don’t tend the well
how will we have a thing to say-what real water
will we have to share when someone is truly thirsty.
i adhered to that and quoted david to myself-
be still my soul, and know.
my private self keeps leading and informing my public self.
i think i’ll keep it like that.