AGATHOS, Volume 8, Issue 2 (15): 103-109 © www.agathos-international-review.com CC BY NC 2017
Full Snow Moon tonight
Climbing horizon in sight
A blue pastel light…
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I sit in my early morning quiet spot
Where I go to hear God
And hopes he will listen as I pray
The night still lingers
The air heavy and damp
The quiet crickets not far away
The old oak tree my morning friend
Salutes upward to morning stars
sweet breeze sways the leaves
The soft rustle of the branches
Speaks gently to remind me the
Spirit calls me to believe.
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autumnal Equinox gently arrives
warmth of the summer lost in the skies
Burnt orange and red are made of your dress
A sigh of relief now we will soon rest
From a summer of drought and too little rain
We will put it behind us; wait for seasons to change
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A robin waits and then she soars
I run the hills out of doors
In the middle of world’s unrest
I still run and the Robin makes her nest.
I looked past the window pane and saw the gray bleak sky,
and felt the chill left in the house where all the quiet abides.
I’m not sure which bird I heard but off in distance it sings,
And I listen until the quiet resumes, then hear him once again.
Ice has passed and snow’s to come, blanketing frozen ground,
as I walked among the woods a breaking crunching sound
of frozen earth reminds me of the labored year has passed.
We look for good news to come, and hope that will surpass.
This hope was birthed among the timbers and quiet baby born,
yet the world goes on the same, even after Christmas morn.
Listen, even as the year ends, Father times bids us farewell,
while the story remains anew among the promised tale
of birth and baby, poverty persist and still it overcomes,
rage and war and even death as life brought by a son.
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It was just a drop.
“You know the drop.”
“Tell me, but first tell me why?”
“Why?” “We cried.”
“Because of the drop.”
“One who humanity denied.”
“Because, it was a drop.”
“Because of the drop?”
“The brown paper bag.”
“Matched the drop they denied.”
“But, we still cried.”
“We still cry.”
“Each time they deny.”
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Produced/written by: Christine McNeill-Matteson
Music Composed /Performed by: Kip Haaheim
Vocalist/ Katie Bieber