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“He’s Gone” by Paul Zach.
After the cross has been carried,
after the weight is laid down,
after the body is buried,
down where the darkness surrounds,
after the end of the violence,
after the sky has gone dark,
now there is nothing but silence,
broken by the beat of our heart.
He’s gone. (×4)
After the last words are spoken,
we lay him down in the grave.
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After the cross has been carried,
after the weight is laid down,
after the body is buried,
down where the darkness surrounds,
after the end of the violence,
after the sky has gone dark,
now there is nothing but silence,
broken by the beat of our heart.
He’s gone. (×4)
After the last words are spoken,
we lay him down in the grave.
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Poem: Catastrophe Is Next to Godliness
theatlantic.com
Comparing yourself at the age when a young writer died drives home how early their lives were cut off, since likely you are thinking, But I was just getting started! I still didn’t know anything!
Cathy Park Hong • Minor Feelings: An Asian American Reckoning
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by David Whyte
Sometimes
if you move carefully
through the forest,
breathing
like the ones
in the old stories,
who could cross
a shimmering bed of leaves
without a sound,
you come to a place
whose only task
is to trouble you
with tiny
but frightening requests,
conceived out of nowhere
but in this place
beginning to lead everywhere.
Requests to stop what
you
Sometimes: Poet and Philosopher David Whyte’s Stunning Meditation on Walking into the Questions of Our Becoming
THE LEADEN EYED Let not young souls be smothered out before They do quaint deeds and fully flaunt their pride. It is the world’s sore crime its babes grow dull, Its poor are ox-like, limp and leaden eyed. Not that they starve, but starve so dreamlessly, Not that they sow, but they seldom reap. Not that they serve, but have no gods to serve Not that
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