BE THE CONDUIT (Response to Twiglet #54: Water, Water)

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We thirst for even a sprinkling of peace,
as we reach the boiling point.
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We thirst for even a sprinkling of peace,
as we reach the boiling point.
#seventeensyllablesfortwentyseventeen

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The extravagance
of the season, embodied:
God, wrapped in infant.

He who directs my steps,
smooths my path.
He moistens my parched lips
with song.
© Marie Elena Good, 2017

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The Monument of Liberty State is photographed while the solar eclipse is seen over Liberty State Island in New York, Aug. 21, 2017. Photo credit: Eduardo Munoz/Reuters

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Lord give me eyes
that note gentle lavenders
among desolate grays.

Don’t judge anyone
Until you’ve walked in their shoes
As long as they have.

Tired of news that
breaks
leaks
tweets
reeks
harms
arms them
imperils us
ends thus.
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May we learn by heart
that live is three quarters love
and one quarter “I.”
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just once
catch first glint of dawn
chase rise and fall
of moon and sun and sigh
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