horizons of everything true. a poem.

scattered and chaffed
by wind
blown days forgotten
swayed softly
gently
by ominous
pain

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thunderhead horizons
a striped scarf holding
in chaos
summoning
confusion desperate
separations
of
hope
Who can
after all distinguish
the storm from the raging sea

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longing for the morning sun’s
return
even as i repent
and beg for
the storm to move
or the mighty
current
to
move
me

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chaffed and scattered

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blown, yes

but bent toward

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whole

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“. . . He’s going to clean house—make a clean sweep of your lives. He’ll place everything true in its proper place before God; everything false he’ll put out with the trash to be burned.”

Matthew 3:12 (TMV)