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God of my fathers.
Written at Hebrew Fest ’23 O God of my fathers,Shepherd of my heart;Giver of mercy, Thy grace ne’er part. Thou hast awaken my soul from slumber and false things revered.Thy voice hearkens the wise. It booms like thunder until the Redwoods tremble–The depths break open–Mountains are brought low and every high thing cowers in Thy…
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Thank you God.
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to be content.

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Ceiling Serenade

It’s not that I diedI’m only hiding.I’m afraid of success;It breaks the lies I believe. Self-doubt protests:“Who are you trying to become?““Who says you can overcome?” I know by now for sure thatFreedom rests past doubtShould one endure. How long; how longMust I wait? A break; a breakIt’s 3 AM and yet I wake. Thinking…
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Why Can’t We Be Friends?

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Countless

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When You Create

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Is your faith a fad?

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Peace and Poetry: What’s the point?


