Congenial Chronicles: Two Books Living as One by Sherrie Theriault

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September 14

Heartfelt

Boab trees litter my dreams; gossipy like old women in the late afternoon sun, I wonder at the tales they tell though I am far too young to understand.  The Australian Kimberly shelters these mysteries in life; they shelter me in the far off wilderness of my mind.  Coming to age seems merely a step when in the presence of the ancient beauty of long endured life.  Too long drought, too deep rain, are places I can pick my face up from, stand my ground or be on my way.  The leaves may fall, but they will return in my dreams and I will return to my life.

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HOME TO HOPE

Shadows of doubt fall across my face on dark days

And I have trouble finding my way home to hope.

Reliance on sunshine fails me come dusk.

Twinkling stars bare their souls to little avail.

I am lost.

Absurdity and obsession plague me for time and attention.

I wander deeper into a dismal wood.

How can I chop my way free?

Dejection dulls my senses, I am blind to solemn assurance.

I must reevaluate the shimmering enthusiasm from the night sky

Skepticism passes like storm clouds.

I may feel the rain for a time.

Necessity reigns on both sides of every street

But still I can crawl into my bed

Morning will come and I will fear less the coming night.