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..and joy,
which wells-up
within my throat from someplace
near my stomach, (though indefinably deeper)--
comes round again and again in all dif'rent ways
every day
( i say )
yes each of these days,
in making choices to progress some
and to leave some behind - (younger though older youve become);
still weighing it:
my trees my rivers my new morning air/
my hills my families my new morning eyes..
what is to come is to be determined
but til then,i know there is a
melody in that well of gladness
i feel it i know it true i earnestly sift my hearts proper words
(..been honestly missing the pure heaviness of holiness....that golden heavy quiet)
--however it looks,
it will be a Good new morning.
the world is a tangled place to be.
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