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Robert Rife

The Day Renders Well Her Light To Cast

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The day renders well her light to cast, comes, with hopeful glance, her tidings bring – haunting dark, like some unholy past soon yields his woe to this better thing.…

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Beatitudes for Troubled Times

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Blessed is the one who awoke to draw breath for another day. Blessed is the one who sees him/herself in the eyes of another. Blessed is the one who appreciates the…

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A Saturday Examen

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Let the baptismal waters drown this insubstantial love and choke the complexities of my lostness. Cleanse my spiritual palette and don the insignificance of wayward wants upon your crested waking.…

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A Friday Examen

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Sometimes, on the way into darkness I stub my toe on the eyelash of God. Sometimes, forgotten in never-spoken dreams I hear the hushed and tender tones of Heaven breathing…

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A Thursday Examen

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Here, the light blows past my eyes like breezes of sapphired memories imploding into smallest beauties, personified. * * * Here, I escape Neptune’s icy breath and settle in pillowed…

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A Wednesday Examen

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Glance, and I will escape you. Look, and I will show you. Behold, and I will move you. Observe, and I will educate you. See, and I will change you.…

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A Tuesday Examen

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Scattered across lonely seas dwell the lilies of desire. Dotted between the balancing green are other frondish delights with fingers extended on palms upraised, deterred by nothing but the gentle…

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A Monday Examen

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There is no way to distinguish the place where the radiance of evening touches the face of God. Just fingers of grace-soaked light long, drawling and sure, that pull at…

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A Sunday Examen

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God’s tears like sweet nectar fall in swollen rivulets down the back of my life. The words of the day jumbled in tumbling silence portray what little is left to…

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Toward a Rule

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Great Guardian of hearth and horizon, soul and sail, I have lifted my feet in obedience to an insistent wind. I have lifted my head up above this tiny-rimmed being.…

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Love Is Like

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Like a head, severed and featureless, are those times too far from your scent. Like limbs reattached, sutured to the blood, is your silhouette in the doorway. Like the dream…

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Prayer Of The Man Without Sight

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  So it is now to be, Lord, that penance brings with it her own harder penance; riddled throughout with pain, sweetly nuanced with character like wine, red and melancholy…

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