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 You Don't Know Me At All Dedications 6/28/2009
 Wishing On Phyllis Dedications 3/4/2008
 Write My Name Somewhere Safe Dedications 3/4/2008
 Approaching Another Dusk Dedications 3/4/2008
 Letters that Spell Lonely Dedications 3/4/2008
 Bristow Dedications 3/7/2008
 Her First and Last Dedications 3/11/2008
 A Modern Psalm Grieving and Loss 5/16/2011
 The Last Spring of My Life Grieving and Loss 5/24/2011
 A Sinner in the Hand of an Angry God Haiku 8/22/2013
 In a Moment, In a Twinkling of an Eye Haiku 8/22/2013
 Sonnet for Rhyming Humorous Poems 3/12/2008
 At Daybreak I Love You 10/7/2008
 Rest, Please, Sleep I Love You 3/13/2008
 Instrumentation I Love You 3/2/2008
 How We Prosper Insight 3/10/2008
 If Honesty Could Be Completely Honest Insight 9/25/2010
 Happy Poem Pt. III (Closure) Insight 9/21/2010
 To the Month of May Life 5/18/2011
 Ecclesiastes Life 8/21/2011
 Saint Andrew's Cross (The Spider) Life 8/23/2011
 The Cheater and The Resolved Life 7/22/2008
 Tired Eyes Life 10/6/2008
 Pap's Old Hickory Tree Life 8/24/2011
 Moss and fields and boats Life 12/10/2009
 To Myself, The Liar Life 8/7/2011
 Uninterested In All Things Life 8/7/2011
 Her Theory Life 12/2/2009
 To JLA Life 8/22/2011
 The Last Post-Impressionist Life 9/27/2010
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You Don't Know Me At All

i'm carrying my cross, mother,
i'm lifting up my burdens, father,
even though you all won't help me,
with the weight along the road,
that's torn and bruised my feet.

even stranger, you ask?
that i'd carry theirs as well,
if they had a cross, that is.
i'd let it break me down,
to let Him build me up.

so who am i really, mother?
and can you see Him in me, father?
even though you close your eyes,
with the weight of your sin,
that's tied and pulled around your necks.

even stranger, i say.
that He'd save any of us,
if He had that cross to do over,
i'd tell Him to come down,
and to let me be hung up.

(i'd be nowhere without the blood.)

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