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The furnace runs on souls,
Spirits burn and turn to ash
and leak out through the holes.

The stars are far away,
The sun is close to planet earth,
We know that we can't stay.

Light must be a street,
Lamps can burn like center camps,
And send us while they leak

to live our lives
on moving *****
and close our eyes
like disco *****.
Sparks and shimmering lights.
Fear forged from experience
Like the memory of a burn
Worthy to avoid the lesson learned

But fear of the unknown
Is but a stranger on the phone
Chill bumps climb up the back
Of the child home alone

Candidates for sainthood
Caught up in god's test
Open up your heart
And you'll fear less and less

Rewards are here and now
When you ease a child's pain
Tear down the walls of self-righteousness
Or cast your love in vain...
 Apr 2015 calpurnia mockingbird
M
"Expect to have hope rekindled. Expect your prayers to be answered in wondrous ways. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again."
Sarah Ban Breathnach
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