Journal Entry 1

we sing simple
arias alongside
the music
accompanying us
through this
maddening maze of
suffering and
hope. we sing
til our voices
give out and
we strain to find
the exact
syllable that will
lend expression
to that which
is springing forth:
a fire, a river,
a blazing torrent
of rain and
ember, consummated
with Spirit and
bursting forth in
the winter of
the world with
color, out of place,
but needed.

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