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Dreaming Again
Or possibly
Trying to sing the same songs again
But the guitar is nowhere to be found
And the voice falters in every note
Because something was not there.
Maybe the soul of the weary traveler
Lost in the early frost of winter and rain
Drowned by the deafening silence of an earlier pain
Dreaming again to find the solace of the Cross.
Or maybe tired of just plainly dreaming
Or singing cliches and weaving poetry of nonsense
Lost in the innocence of a blog gone crazy
Or just simply playing blind and deaf to the wonders around.
Dreaming again
That one day the dreaming will be found
Like the embrace of the Virgin at the foot of the Cross
And the promise of the Easter morn.
Amen.
November 15
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