Blurry faces Dizzy lights, spinning Friday nights, grinning Forgotten places Remembered vision This our faith, religion This glass god, submission Reclaimed mission Lost evenings Sacrificed, immolate Every woe, innate Like breathing Every atom Little world on a string Nothing left to sing Or fathom Slowly learning Letting go: youth Slowly earning: truth Slowly burning Slowly burning

God is in everything. by AMWeitz, literature

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God is in everything.

God is in everything We don't understand And what can we Truly comprehend? This poem, this pen This will, this Hand? God is in everything. God is in everything Just take my word for it Because believing Is all there is to it God is like glass, You can see right through It But God is in everything. God is in everything Every creation, Though stars are just stars Till you draw constellations And clouds are just clouds Without imagination... God is in everything.

Anchor by AMWeitz, literature

Orange and Cloves by AMWeitz, literature

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Orange and Cloves

When we descended from the hill The sun was out to play, We clasped the shoulders of all With dirtiest, kindest hands And our feet beat And our song sounded Across the valley, to the sea. (we passed around the orange and cloves, the citrus bright and fresh as day, the spices old as grandma's clothes) When we ascended mountainside The distant suns revealed themselves Like promises of new doors and better days, Our flashlight antennae Piercing the cold and dark. We all turned iris upward And our feet beat And our song sounded And our prayer echoed From the valley, from the sea: "Love is but all else set free."

Onward, Upward by AMWeitz, literature

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Onward, Upward

Passing over small things quickly Passing over big things slowly Till we get a closer look At passing worlds below: The days a blur of sun up, down The years a trickle from a stream That slowly, surely fills my cup Until I watch it overflow. So few the nights of solitude So blessed the others all have been But how I ever passed on through The blue, I'll never ever know. Still, I'll ever harbor hope – To small things, let them never slow As toward the bigger ones I row And onward, upward ever go.

Untitled by AMWeitz, literature

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Untitled

And everything fell silent. The sun rested heavy on my back Yet there I was, floating Below it all in reverence My feet whispering in the grass Exchanging secrets with the earth That only skin can hold That only skin can tell – then Evening came and all the stars were shouting Spilling their yellow gospel in my eye sockets In spools and spools of thread As if the night were a tapestry, And there I was, floating Below it all in reverence My arms aching and my hands quivering So earnestly, so truly needing To touch the dying To feel alive

circles by AMWeitz, literature

If and when, but mostly when, by AMWeitz, literature

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If and when, but mostly when,

who will tell my story when it's through? When I unfurl fast like the lily, When I fade out slow like the sunset, When I crash down hard like the oak, Will someone be there to hear me fall? If he should pick me up and dust me off, Will he know it's no use? Would he make some use of me, make me into a cane for his father and a chair for his daughter and a bed for his lover...before My bones are lost in the white of winter? When spring arrives slowly, like that sunset. Not at all like the oak, Not at all like my body, Not at all like my story, Will I rise with the lilies? I would be happy then, Be I flower or weed.

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