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When i had finally had enough of my own endless, uncreative complaints, I made my promise to do better. I turned around. I journeyed backward for millions of miles and millions of years into the end of miles and years to retrieve these words for you: You must be the one to do or undo whatever it takes to remember and activate your own furiously prolific heart, and your innate allegiance to every creature living and dying here with you. Our whole world is aching to be intimate with you again! Kiss me, sweet one, when you make it home. - Brooke McNamara
This week's blog is dedicated to my dad who died September 21, 2012. Dr. Rev. Samuel F. Rowen was a Presbyterian minister who frequently ended his sermons with a highly inappropriate joke and then this poem. |
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