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“Frail children of dustAnd feeble as frailIn thee we do trustNor find thee to failThy mercies how tenderHow firm to the endOur maker, defender,Redeemer, and friend!” “Once earthly joy I cravedSought peace and restNow thee alone I seekGive what is best.This all my prayer shall be:More love, o Christ to thee;More love to thee, more

on a not-so-fun note:

Stomp down side streetsand huff sharply with each step Stomach growing weakeras Spine grows stiffer The cold will not defeat me THIS will not break me Pacing at the cornera caged beast Wild is my heart Quick is its beat Cold are my fingers Nostrils flare with heat

on Commute

Sneakers and light jeansSports watch and sweater/button up comboKauai cap from his travelsSalt and pepper stubble at 40 This manBlares Zombie by the Cranberries through his iPod touchCasually slipping it out of the convenient side pocket of his messenger bag The song changes

Wild West

point lobos, found photo I once knew youold friendmy own back yard.Pool of foaming tideshere croppedby silhouetted limbs.Don’t hinder this view.Drinking instrong drafts of Eucalyptus.SquintingI minimalize the scope.Tryingto revisit my youthful waysyou help in thistransfiguration.Glancing at youover my shoulderHeart beats.Take my hand.Understand.Found a man.Life is grand.Eloquence?lost on this one!Change is complete.I don’t want to hear