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if sorrow is how we learn to love we begin with a deficit emptied before we are filled a cold hand never warmed an old heart never young if sorrow is how we learn to love what should we believe let’s believe in faith courage to leave the shore filling our sails with warm sunshined air if sorrow is how we learn to love let’s choose to see love as a start not an end as a balloon lighter than air as an anchor without weight if sorrow is how we learn to love let’s u

I didn’t have a say in it, when my dad went into the ministry. It’s 1979 when I am swept along        with boxes          and shoes            and books to Junction City, Kentucky,      from Mississippi’s Pine Belt. Still south to you      up north to me. People talk faster      using different words,        noticing my words are slow          and quaint. Perpetually unlocked, the sanctuary      becomes mine during the week.  Quiet towers over my short stature,      as I pass