For now, I’ll bring what I can to my own four walls. I recognize the purpose, the promise of this: a church is made by its space, by its practices.

SCHUYLER

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For now, I’ll bring what I can to my own four walls. I recognize the purpose, the promise of this: a church is made by its space, by its practices.

Schuyler

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I will still live like a ghost in the mornings; walking, listening, pouring coffee to finish sometime by the afternoon, when I’ve had enough of watching the world and do all I can to live in it.

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I will still live like a ghost in the mornings; walking, listening, pouring coffee to finish sometime by the afternoon, when I’ve had enough of watching the world and do all I can to live in it.
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Ghost Listening
There will be a time where this hurts less and it will not mean it didn’t matter. It means that in the face of feeling something precious slip in my hands, I will always find a way back to myself.

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There will be a time where this hurts less and it will not mean it didn’t matter. It means that in the face of feeling something precious slip in my hands, I will always find a way back to myself.
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Way
I sit on the bare floor, leave my palms unturned, and watch relief pool into one hand, and uncertainty in the next. I will try not to lean more one way or another, but let them hold each other as company.

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I sit on the bare floor, leave my palms unturned, and watch relief pool into one hand, and uncertainty in the next. I will try not to lean more one way or another, but let them hold each other as company.
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Floor
My love lives in my cheeks – gives me away by the first smile. all the lines from years spent laughing, warm with extra freckles in the summer; a poker face that doesn’t keep once my knees fold.

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My love lives in my cheeks – gives me away by the first smile. all the lines from years spent laughing, warm with extra freckles in the summer; a poker face that doesn’t keep once my knees fold.
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Summer
Please come here, but not too close.

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Please come here, but not too close.
SCHUYLER

Near
I’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.

SCHUYLER

I’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.
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Move
I’ll craft a haven that that cradles every joy and sorrow, but doesn’t hold them to keep.

SCHUYLER

I’ll craft a haven that that cradles every joy and sorrow, but doesn’t hold them to keep.
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Hold
This does not have to be a hard life to love. There is not enough time to let it stray too far from my hands.

SCHUYLER

This does not have to be a hard life to love. There is not enough time to let it stray too far from my hands.
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Hard
Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.

SCHUYLER

Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.
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Curse
Hold me here, where I feel less like a stranger to my own laughter. Where it’s easier to believe things happen for a reason or maybe, at least, out of a thousand winding roads my life might take, I will still find one that fits me.
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Hold Oneself
I’d get lost in this green, ferns leaning against the trees, soil stuck to my feet, never dream of finding my way back again.

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I’d get lost in this green, ferns leaning against the trees, soil stuck to my feet, never dream of finding my way back again.
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Way
I know I could be an astronomer of this swooning.

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I know I could be an astronomer of this swooning.
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Known
I’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.

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I’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.
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In a dream, my fingertips pulse. I’ll be patient in my blooming. In a dream, I let time pass through open hands.

SCHUYLER

In a dream, my fingertips pulse. I’ll be patient in my blooming. In a dream, I let time pass through open hands.
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Bloom
If every feeling comes like a wave, I try to decide what kind of coastline I’ll become.

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If every feeling comes like a wave, I try to decide what kind of coastline I’ll become.
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Wave
I want to wade into the water on the sidewalk, crawl out of this feeling without giving it a name. Take a lighter to love’s sticky edges so its sadness isn’t caught in my throat.

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I want to wade into the water on the sidewalk, crawl out of this feeling without giving it a name. Take a lighter to love’s sticky edges so its sadness isn’t caught in my throat.
SCHUYLER

Name Sadness

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