The Awakening: Emerging Brave

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Tuesday, November 9, 2004

I’m Out

I’m out, standing before my God, Singing my very best song, Knowing finally that in his image I am truly created; For when God made the world, he took a day aside to create what the others would call folly, But He especially deemed. Once I thought like the others, That the special world contradicted... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 8, 2004

Vine Spirits Kissed

Vine spirits kissed by the Autumn sun, Sing your lullaby to me and melt my mind to mire. Lie me flat with your big breasted yield Covering me with the Somatic counterpane. Mercy in truth, call from the golden cup And accept your true follower to the altar - Sacrifice my lonely hour to the harbor,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 7, 2004

Alone We’d Walk on Sunday Morn

Alone we’d walk on Sunday morn, To the lake’s edge rippled by the Summer sun. Hands pressed as they swayed to the beat of our pace While hyacinths crowd both cobbled path and breath. Episodes he would tell while I smiled, Half listening to the trials of daily toil. Lost as it were in the undemanding... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, November 6, 2004

Never Two Alike We

Never two alike we, No matter the attempt - The state says different - All children will think this way - But souls know different - When winds blow, Souls seek and souls grow - This is the congruent nuptial - The great marriage of the spirit - Children know by rote; The soul knows by the wind! Yet,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, November 4, 2004

Atlanta Rain

I watch beside you by the window As the rain kisses the pane; And your eyes, sad eyes pan the sky. And I think I am not here, to your mind As your soul joins the drops in their cold dance. Yet, I hear their lullaby, rocking your tired soul In their phantom text. Silence, there is silence - Like the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, November 3, 2004

Like Light and Dark

Like light and dark The silent and boistrous moments of life Cycle through the fires of our souls, Chesnuts and cold lard Warmed and brightly fostered, So we can use each to reflect the other. So, I sit in the Maypole Before the time I stage my carefully rehearsed act And see in the lonely... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, November 2, 2004

Come to My Heart

Come to my heart, dear friend, Come to my side this very day, For I mean to pledge my friendship to thee, To worship at your holy shrine, Beyond the strawberry love, Beyond the fading promise in the wave. There I am, at your side, At the altar to your beauty, Despite the throngs of envious, The... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 1, 2004

Stone on Rock Shining

Stone in rock shining inward, Never to see the light of native sun, Is caught by the mineral hunter, Cut from the womb for a brief time. Then, shaped by this world, Placed in a setting, saucy and peacherine, The stone is housed in velvets and glass, Calling to watchers to take it close to hand and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, October 31, 2004

The Band Played Merrily

The band played merrily (It was the Fourth) And my heart was proud to be alive and here Beside those deep brown eyes (A cool July indeed). In pergola dream we sat Speaking with nothing to say But, "the weather’s cool, for July, I mean," but The silence dwells within The cup of an unknown rose. This... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, October 30, 2004

Wisps of Sand

Wisps of sand, tan and darking, Cover the wet blankets as the rain comes. Torrents send the waders under rafters, Shelter sought down and under. Huddled we, as rabbits in Arden Or birds in New Guinea. The arsenal strikes at the strand; The sand quickens, steaming like as snow-cooled furnace; And we... Sign in to see full entry.

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About this Blog

The Awakening is a Poetry cycle written by Edward C. Patterson, dedicated to my many friends chosen as family. These seminal pieces should for those coming out are expressions of the deepest kind. Edward C. Patterson is the author of several Novels and Novellas, now available at www.dancaster.com/jotrans.htm. The Awakening has been a web favorite on the site since 1994, having first been published in 1996 at vagranthollow, in the Best Part of Me Collection. Available on Yahoo.com's CD of most popular links, this is the first time The Awakening is being made available in the blogs.

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