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Sia Harms 10m
I stepped to the side
Of the large, guffawing
Crowd, my luggage
Hanging quietly from
My loose arms.
I sketched the faces
With my eyes,
Memorizing them
As I trailed my fingers
Over the green rails,
And the memories
I would never have.
I was not there,
In that moment.
I was a bystander,
A bodiless camera
Watching, watching,

Finally breathing.
It felt easier, to not be
Involved, needed, or
Cared for. This way,
I was not a burden.
Sia Harms 27m
“I want to go home.”

I said the words
Like a child,
The world suddenly
So big, so daunting.

Someone kneeled
Before me.
It didn’t matter who,
And said,
“This is your home,”

Confusion was slanted
On the front door
I had painted,
So long ago.

Still, it was
not my home.

I turned away,
Tears on my skin,
And tipped my head back. 


“Lord, why won’t you
Take me home?”

The trees warbled
As I walked down streets
I hardly knew. 


“You are needed here.
I am not done with you.
Have faith, Child.”
The playful, jumbled emotions--
Used to hiding in the shadows
And thriving on adrenaline from
The unknown--settled down with
The gentle light of conversation.

Their proficiency for chaos
Fell when they realised
Secrecy had split into
Quiet resignation.
Shema—

His words leak
Into the stones
Of the pasture wall,
Into the folds of
My heart.

Shema—

Open our ears
And let our actions

Reflect the love
Of our God.

Shema—

Listen closely;
Let our attention
Wander over the
Goodness of
His word.

Shema—

With all our heart,
Strength, and soul,
Desire the guidance
He provides out of
The love we cannot
Understand.

Shema—

Help us comprehend,
Lord, open our ears
To who You are.

Shema—
"Shema" is the Hebrew word for 'listen'
If I held the knowledge
Of the day I would die—
My last hours on this earth,
What would I do?
I thought of all the ways
I would satisfy my flesh—
But the one man who knew
The time of His death,
Decided to wash feet
And bow His face to the dirt,
Glorifying His Father in
His final time of suffering.
I can’t be

Happiness

Today, but

Let me be

Kindness.
The thoughts dawdled
As they walked through
The valves of my heart.
They repeated “I, I, I”
As if it were a passkey,
Fueling the sedation
That sunk into my body,
The darkness making
My limbs heavy and my
Head loll to the ground.
With every thought I
Made about me, the
Deeper I felt I was
N ot  W orthy
I am second.
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