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Monday, December 02, 2013

Advent 1-2 Wonder

Advent 1-2


I am amazed my heart pumps so sure,
my tongue tastes bitter and sweet,
and your back is warm against mine.

I am in awe of the connections made
in conversation, how the room listens,
the way you turn to catch me unaware.

If this is a love poem, I am joyful it came
ready-made before dawn as cold as it is
outside, nestled in my comfortable chair.

There is no chart to navigate awe.
If there were a way to draw one out
we would likely need a bigger universe.

Life is an infinite wonder we carry close.
Bound by fear, we nurture the minute,
squander the hour, beg life last.

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