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Joanna Sep 25
A desert maiden tired and worn came in out of the heat, quite unadorned: in search of her beloved, her turtledove.

Determined yet weary she looked to rise above all the images that held her back, all those things that told her she was full of lack.

A desert maiden quite comely in the form: came in from an east gate seeking to be transformed by the fire of his spirit and the purity of his love.

With only one purpose, to instruct her just as Boaz did Ruth; as a husband of valor sent from above.
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Joanna May 28
In the quiet of the night, roots penetrate where nothing else grows. Hidden vines spread across a land, where its purest waters flow.

Blossoms appear in the blink of an eye, revealing a new rose in the morning light.  

Soft to the touch its scent is sweet, moving on the wings of the wind, one finds the strength to compete. 

The sky grows dark, and it is quiet within. Time stands still for the one who will begin, a journey of a lifetime seeking what is real.

And therein, find ones hidden treasure in "what is no longer sealed."
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Because you feared too much
Of Kraken and sea monsters,
You failed to glimpse
The lovely mermaid falling for you.

Because you feared too much
Of the ghost hiding in the jar,
You failed to discover
The genie waiting in the bottle.

Because you feared too much
Of the white lady in your room,
You failed to recognize
The cold embrace of your mother.

Because you feared too much
Of the priest carrying his head,
You failed to notice
The angel praying beside you.

— The End —