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What is Shame? How it plagues us so Makes us feel so Inadequate, so Wrong? What is Guilt? How it reminds us And binds us Pointing to us S..

I walked through a door Into a room so bright I will be there no more Dealing with the fight It shines, it glimmers Oh what a sight There is..

I am climbing To the top Of the mountain. I strain and I fight and I cry, too. But, now there, I see only Dark, blinding clouds. I lo..

I have no reason to wake up. I have no reason to dream. I’ve lost hope in that shake up, I’ve lost some self esteem. The days keep r..

I looked into a pond the other day. It was murky, green, and cold. There was not much else to say; And yet, it had much to behold. There were no f..

Little voices, little song, Dance within me all night long, They hold to me, they are so strong, Little voices, little song. Little views, littl..

I wandered in through the front door, I looked around, across the floor, After coming in, hands so sore, Through the house I tore. As I picked, ..

I wrote this as I was leaving Night Chapel one evening.