you don’t build up good works and drag them in a bag up to heaven and then unpack them before the almighty for his approval
god is whistling are you dancing?
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“The goal of poetry is to move and delight at a level deeper than the everyday. A poem serves the same “purpose” as a walk in the woods, or a bird that we pause and watch. There are two parts: the bird and the stillness of the pause. May these birds meet your stillness.” —Chris Dingman
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from "The Morning I Married the Sky: he was sitting on the couch with a laptop when he heard the unmetered click of something too frail to be man-made knocking on wood and through the screen door he saw of all things a woodpecker
so he went outside
and watched and thought they really do they peck the wood that's where the name comes from
and the breeze threw him a surprise party in a room the sky had painted blue
and there were trees and their leaves were all waving and then the bird