To the Russian poets and all poets;the shimmering, undefeated "cloud of witnesses" who conveyed at great cost in their own way: the connecting idea between Heaven and earth. And most of all, to the poet from the former Soviet Union who, dying, in prison, wrote his final poem in his own blood on the wall: the single word, "Hope". Whole-hearted To the Triune God in memory of Mary Adalyn Douglas.
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Saturday, December 06, 2014
Can You Make A Map Of Where You Have Been
can you make a map of where you have been?
I asked myself, half-wondering aloud.
and would have asked the children in the classroom
if they had let me teach after I told them about my mystical experiences- and was immediately disbarred from entering the Teaching Program. o hard of heart and hard to understand.
to those returning to the ghost classrooms, anyway.
take One Big Sheet of Paper.
your best crayons. then...
ah, close your eyes and dream yourself back
to the hour you found the tigers no one told you about...