The Biggest Losers

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All sin’s burdens roll away

God’s weight loss program

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The Star Inside

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She cradles her weakness deep,

tenderly touching places

that crisply curl past their prime;

she treasures bent blooms, broken

foliage. When petals lose

their sheen, her soul stirs, shouting

joy in exuberant notes,

song of the ancients who learned

secrets from secret sorrows.

To such spirits as hers, pain

is welcomed as Mentor, friend

whose sage presence sears blossoms

but harvests seeds. Thankful

heart, this, whose troubles have stripped

away the peripheral,

baubles which blocked her brilliance,

kept her from being a star.

 

 

Her Secret

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She radiates joy. Joy

sizzles and pops around her,

a force field of Sun in

miniature, multiplied –

reflected off a thankful

heart; its power persists

in shadows, transcends

rainy days, stands true

through fog and storm

and cloud and clear skies

alike. Her secret?

She spends time in the Light…

Colour-Coded Freedom

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Until the morning’s dazzle,

she never knew the night

had stripped her eyes

of the ability to perceive colour,

.

and her blindness did not

offend. She groped and

cursed and stumbled

but assumed that all

.

of life was grey, tinted

with shadowy brush.

She didn’t even know

she was purple; to see

.

herself in sunshine

is a delicious shock.

She inhales the

rainbow feast of it

.

all and her dreams

are Technicolor,

Northern Lights

dancing to an internal

.

spectrum, ribbons curled

in amethyst flourish. She

thinks this colour-coded

freedom might be – joy.

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