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We get old
Forgetting we were young
No one would believe us
White hair
No hair
Everything takes longer
We wonder what to do with our day
An irony
On irony
We know more
Unless we gave that up
Stopping in our heads
Sometime ago
We could grow
We have things to say
Who wants to listen?
The gray become unseen
Unheard
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C L Couch
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Psalm 46
A new world comes
And some would say
It’s here
By your hand, we might
Live in better days
The images we make
For politics or
Entertainment
Are wrung through
With shiny fakery
I think our new day
Will arrive,
Lord,
When we learn to say
I love you to the ground
And to the air
And to the wind we
Cannot see but truly
Feel and have:
When we learn the
Value of unseen things,
We can say I love you
To each other
Then your new day is
Manifest
U is for (Unseen)
What we are we cannot see
Values, mores, inclinations
Preference toward criminality
Or toward the light
Words make these real,
Sometimes more than actions
Actions become lessons in
Addition to what happened
And what was achieved
(môr′āz, thanks to freedictionary)
http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/
Blogging from A to Z Challenge
“Nothing mattered now.”
After Aslan is slain in
The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
by C. S. Lewis
Unseen
Christ is dead
Not now but long ago
And on the full day in between
(Counting days on calendars)
When the body lay in Joseph’s
Tomb, the movement sleeps
As well
Nightmares of capture
And, worse, hopelessness
It is a time for cynical
Reasoning among the
Followers
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