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 Jan 2019 Eric W
Edmund black
Poverty is not
An individual failure.
It’s an engineered system!
Wishing all my friends a happy holidays !
I am in Haiti until January 9th . Limited access to the internet and email!
Missionary mission!
God bless.... love you all!
 Jan 2019 Eric W
Edmund black
Do you ever stop and consider the depth and condition of your soul? What attitudes and dispositions do you allow to poison and lurk in there?  Or do you fill it with the seeds of kindness and gentleness and service? We alone are responsible for our souls and what we give into this world. I’m not content to be a handsome tree that cannot nourish those around me with goodness, kindness and gentleness. All the degrees and diplomas hanging on my wall will not comfort a hurting heart.  Being learned will not guarantee being wise.  The depth of your soul is entirely up to you...dig deeper and find yourself for yourself!
Happy New Year beautiful people! I pray 2019 is a year of abundant success, peace and joy for each of you!  I wish that you find the richest love for yourself and with others!
 Jan 2019 Eric W
Edmund black
Life last only
a short time

So few love
Can ever be shared

So few words
Can ever be said

It is not an illusion
my reason why ,
I bleed poetry

To make my life magic
Before I fade away
Let my pain now die
Grant me one wish
I ask of thee
The gift of poetry
To keep me alive!
 Jan 2019 Eric W
Colm
Freckles
 Jan 2019 Eric W
Colm
Like the luminous points beyond the sky and on the screen
I see the stars just below your eyes
Winking quietly back at me
I saw your shoes behind the line
I’ve seen your face a hundred times
But now only in my mind
The rest of you is left behind
You lay there passed out on the couch
Words falling from your mouth
Maybe you like to drink too much
I could see you losing touch
 Jan 2019 Eric W
Colm
Fishing
 Jan 2019 Eric W
Colm
Cast out the mind
Of the thinking self
Splash and reel
In the quietest version of life
Fishing
 Jan 2019 Eric W
Colm
Preservation
 Jan 2019 Eric W
Colm
Gentle trees
Harsh Winters
And the mulberry sunlit rays between

Fall down on me like splintering pines
Though the winter scolds
God save the gentle trees
God save them still. Forever the noise of these.
 Jan 2019 Eric W
Colm
Hear Me
 Jan 2019 Eric W
Colm
Clearer than a whippoorwill
Quieter than an ivory key
More subtle than the raindrops still
Than the rustling fingers of the leaves

As an echo off a distant peak
As close as fireflies unique
And wide as the array of canvas oils
Which their stretch their colors etched beneath

Spill out by these aesthetic stills
By the gentling ripple of the wandering streams

Call out for where you can hear yourself
For there you will also find this me
Hear me. I wait. In the quiet corners.
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