Sometimes I think I know Him,
I toss around His colossal name and deny
Myself of temptations—
Then I wise up,
I put my ear to my dusty window and
Know the birds know Him better than
I do.
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Giving myself the freedom to express, embrace, encircle within and with out,to capture new voices from all five senses and the core we all share--being human. Too often I can only get in touch with these through poetry.
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