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He was driving into Chicago in a borrowed El Camino. On a hazeless day in springtime, I think it was the Cinco De Mayo. Maybe it was St Paddy's or the Gay Pride parade. But I've never seen nobody l
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The way is dark up ahead of me. The way is dark and I cannot see. What I love the most is a flashlight beam. Lighting up the way when I cannot see The way unfolds like an open hand. The way unfold
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Sweet Corn Days in Oakland City. The Apple Fest in Nappanee. The Blueberry Cavalcade. The Sacred Heart Polish Days Oktoberfest in Rensselaer. Marshmallow Days in Ligonier. The Feast of the Hunter
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There've been too many leavings to list in one place. Too many arrivals to ever retrace. And those have wandered haven't fallen from grace. Just done a few things they would like to erase. And met
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He leaned in and whispered as he turned the page. And he said, "Make yourself into a flame". A crazy old lion with his hair all backlit. Grinnin' like a little boy who has a secret And I do not kno
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There's a light in the darkness. Just barely out of view. From the corner of your vision. It beckons to you After the crops have all come in. Amid the stubble and the chaff. Keep on walkin' when
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You can rest your head upon my heart. And we'll curl into a question mark. And I'll hold you in the arms of hush. And love will have to be enough There's a time to laugh and a time to grieve. Ther
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I meant to do my work today. So many plans I had made. I'd check the mail, I'd make the calls. Save the world and sweep the hall Finally get my accounting done. Sort the beans one by one. But I g
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There's never been a day. When the world wasn't new. When the sun did not rise. Or the light break on through Things might get a little worse. Before they get a little better. But there's always
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John Roth had a heart like flame. He believed all souls were loved the same. He packed up his hopes. And his family and moved to Ohio There in the deep, dark wilderness. With a newborn son he soon
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When Adam when out to name the animals. He sat on a rock and he figured. A horse and a cow and a goat and a sheep. Were the best names that he could deliver But Eve looked around at all of that glo
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There's a crack in the glass where the water gets out. There's a dusty wind when the heart's in drought. And the map of the world looks as if true north. Disappeared entirely I can live divided or
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Let me call you darlin', maybe call you sweetheart. Don't you hate it when they call you Louise. But isn't it scary, when they want to call you Mary. A *, or a saint, or a tease. But you came here
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Here I am without a message. Here I stand with empty hands. Just a spirit tired of wandering. Like a stranger in this land Walking wide eyed through this world. Is the only way I've known. Wrappe
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If not now, tell me when?. If not now, tell me when?. We may never see this moment. Or place in time again. If not now, if not now, tell me when? I see sorrow and trouble in this land. I see sorr
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No you can't always tell one from another. And it's best not to judge a book by it's tattered cover. I have found when I tried or looked deeper inside. What appears unadorned might be wondrously fo
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Praise be that this thin mark, this sound. Can form the word that takes on flesh. To enter where no flesh can go. To fill each other's emptiness To the words and how they live between us. And to u
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Last night I dreamt you very near. Though the night was dark beyond the glass. I knew you'd left before I woke. But you fogged the window when you passed The air was still and smelled like rain. T
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