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This day’s solemn grace,
In shadows deep, in sacred space,
An eternal tale of sacrifice told,
Whispers at ancient, mysteries unfold.

Through darkness pierced by light divine,
A pathway to redemption and that very sacred sign,
In blood and tears, in love profound,
Hope rises from the buried ground.

The veil was torn, the earth did quake,
Yet in the silence, a promise awake,
Resurrection!  New birth!
Good Friday's sacred space.
I talked with the stars yesterday,
I asked them are they scared to die.
They said that their death is my life.
And then I started to cry.

They asked me why am I being sad.
I said no, these are just tears of joy.
They asked me why am I lying,
like if they knew what I didn't know.

I talked with the stars yesterday,
and I couldn't resist the thought
that I wasn't talking to myself.
But today I know I was.
They called it ruin, wreck, and waste – my life that was…
But I was walking into grace.  
The smoke they saw was burning lies,  
While I looked upward, I cleared my eyes

I walked through the smoke, the heat, and the ash – but not alone…
Christ met me where the flames had grown.  
He didn’t flinch, With outstretched hand He pulled me free,  
And rewrote all my history.  

So let them talk – I serve the King,  
Not bound by guilt or suffering.  
My life is His, made clean, made new,  
Flames of mercy burning through.
In every bloom,
Pollinated happiness
Intoxicates me with colorful hallucinations
Brightening the shadows within.

Long have I, like a vampire
Dreamt of catching light, tho so denied
And amid this paradise,
I let the warmth of the morning sun comfort me.

Here among the emerald,
Verdant rows with pops of violet or orange,
A vibrant kaleidoscope of crimson and apricot
I am entranced, bewildered by ancient magics
Holding me like a newborn babe,
Swaddled within a blanket of leaves.

I am happiest in this retreat,
Rocking in my chair,
Sipping sweet tea as the flies compete
Racing for supremacy, spiraling for control.
While busy bees pollinate and buzz a little song for me.

I can hear the gentle lullabies of trees
As zephyr winds shake within the canopies
As light dazzles through the concave of leaves,
Bountiful essences, nature teaches healing,
Through a balm of wonder and make-believe.

Catch me among the wilds,
Wrap me up in serendipity,
Let me wave off the shade of reality,
Lingering obligations.

I don’t want to wake up in the dark clouds
When the morning star shines so bright
Illuminating life in all blissful reprisals
I’ll sing a reverie for the waking world
In a chorus crescendo with song birds at the melody.

In every bloom,
Pollinated happiness.
Let me hallucinate for a while,
Among the emerald and pops of gemstone blooms
Where inside hope springs ever more eternal.
Nature is my sanctuary.
Somewhere in the vast expanse--
Where the stars escape,
And matter dances to their disco light shows,
Where do dreams go when the magic dies?

Endless breaths
Chasing the ceaseless,
Nothing here remains constant.

Here among an ever changing cast,
A character sheet, with a font unknown
Translates love into these bones,
Sacrificed for a life that was once meaningful.

Empty space,
Like a void in the heavens
A place where angel voices do not carry
I won't hear you if you try to reach me,
Over and out, something grips
I'm bleeding now, wound caused a chasm.

In silent gallows,
Loose lips sink these surly ships,
Let me find peace in depths
Swimming to find the endless.

All that we are, that could ever be
Remnants rooted from deadened things,
Dust from the ashes of light
And we desperately want to burn again
Embers of a great flame, never dying
Phoenix down pillows, I don't want to wake.

Somewhere in the vast expanse,
Dreaming in the endless,
Chasing destiny as destruction fills the void
Delirium overwhelms me like overgrowth
I'm covered in the emerald, flowering.

Desire burns, I become, what was--
Fire unburdened, a star rekindled
So matter can dance as I shine.

Don't you wake me from this,
Let me cast the characters,
And live at last as I should, one among the many.

Where do dreams go when the magic dies?
Here inside the mind a void calling to the endless.
Got to thinking about what makes us, us, and how do we fall into the great scheme of things in the vast universe? What governs our dreams, and desires?
A spiritual journey is funny.
Just when you think you've lost, you've actually won.
Not because you gave up, but because you learned to let go...

-Rhia Clay
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