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Rest for the weary

[Continuing the idea of one of my old hymns on Sundays :] Weary from hunting truth and peace: empty each hoped-for thrill … rested your burdened soul will be
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Surroundings impress (Poetry Monthly)

Concrete cubes and glaring glass … Growing up in rural calm … One lad alone on lonely farm, exposed to winds …
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Decalogue – Ten Words (IP)

Ten facets of love, ten words that abide which I love, for they guide in love horizontal outflowing and growing from vertical love … no flaws in these laws, though my love is lacking, failing and cracking, but …

The End and Beginning of the Day

Continuing the idea of one of my old hymns on Sundays: … Upstairs I wander, sleepily wonder, “What will tomorrow bring? … … “When it is morning, while I am yawning, stretching, or getting dressed …

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