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Like a spider’s web
And all it’s delicate
Intricacies
It catches its prey
from afar
It preys with
Patience
And dines with gratitude

As the web of life
And all it’s delicate
Intricacies
Pray from afar
Pray with patience
The meal will come to you
And we shall dine together
In the web of Love
Listen, at times I have a soul.

I think this a lot.
Imagine you are left for hours
looking through the doorway your
family walked in careful and deathless
with a quiet desire for time.

I wanted only the country side
of calm valleys to sleep
leaving me to my
mouth and tongue
to please the soul
at times
I listen
written from random words given to an audience
Mono tone
Repeated Humm
Western on the screen
Orchestral
this place is
full of time
so many stories
washed away
by the same machine
over and
over
and over
It’s amazing to me
The filth in
A place of cleansing
POEM
Sometimes I feel I talk too loud
so people don’t listen.

POEM
I feel like people don’t want to listen,
so I talk too loud.

POEM
I talk too loud.
Especially when no one listens.

POEM
Try talking loud;
People listen.
Hello.

Welcome to my poem.
I would like to introduce you to
a few words of mine.
Like a friend, they comfort me,
grow me, make sense of me.
The words come from my mind.
not always though, I can’t
remember where my mind found them.
Step on in now. My mind is open
Come, have a seat.
The words will be home shortly.
Be sure and take your shoes off
and close the door,
        we wouldn’t want to let any dirt in.

We talk for a while. Share a few
words of our own.
There is a quick knock at the door
the first words comes barging in.
Slightly rough, tired and stressed, comes up,
shakes the hand.
“Hello I am Fear”
So Fear comes in and sits.
We talk for a while. Share a few more
words of our own.
Then another knock at the door. hesitant tap, like
someone was left behind.
Fear says “oh thats my Of”
Fear yells at the door to “come in
and close the door and take your shoes off,
keep the dirt out.”

So we all sit and pass around
some words now.
It’s taking a while though.
It’s almost nightfall, and there
is one more word.

The sun is going down. Moon in the clouds.
Loud, Roaring closer and closer.
A growing light ending in my eyes.
Light entering through the windows in my mind. Come in Come in.
So glorious Light. My door is open.
The knock is loud. From every
direction.

Of is curled up in the couch.
Fear has ****** on the white carpet.
This knock will never end.

The door opens.

Of pulls it together, brings Fear to its feet.
Both Fear and Of stand and welcome this Word at the door, and together,
like a friend,
they comfort me,
they grow me,
make sense of me.
The last Word comes and sits.
All sharing words with the
Fear Of God.
Read Proverbs 1 and take to heart in prayer

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