I heard a rumor the Chosen folks are looking at trying an Acts-inspired season next? Makes me curious. 

I read once of a God

Whose voice was rich and warm as chowder,

And whose Yes-es turned at unexpected angles,

But whose No-s were generous and kind.

Sorrow and wonder met

In a private patch of woods,

And the heart of a barefoot girl

Still dreaming of tomorrow.

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A recipe for letting go


Love lets the falcon go to fly
Or gives its kite a longer string.
Very soon though it may end,
Every heart deserves to breathe and bend

I ebb,

I flow.

My feelings grow,

Until the words can dance and grow.

I choose 

To loose

My silence, noose

Still leaves a hesitating bruise.

The question occurs to me. In more scifi settings, what makes or breaks your immersion in the story when it comes to tech?

Valiantly face your shadow

Like a namesake gone before.

Royal child of hidden kingdoms,

Seek to hear the Lion's roar.

You're a child of blooming Spring, 

Born for thaw and blooms and singing.

Whisper, will you be back soon?

It's your day today.

I wish I could fish you down the moon,

And wrap it up so come what may

You'd have a gentle light to guide you

When you cannot see a light inside you.

I hope you have Publix Chocolate Cake

And playful paws draped across your shoulders;

And that your ship of life has a first-rate mate

Ready and steady as you grow older.

I'd wish you a future of sushi and sunshine,

And books that wring the best sort of tears.

I'd wish to see your town, I hope you'll see mine

Sometime in our waiting years.

Keep whispering when you cannot shout.

Always let the bells in your heart ring out.

Is the sky pouring down to make soup, or tea?

There are leaves on the ground aplenty,

And floral teas can be pretty neat,

I think.

I drink

My tea with you when we meet;

Your apple-spice, my China black lychee.

Perhaps the warmth helps make our conversation free.

Your tea nook is a weather-map

Of friendships over time.

The chocolate and the berry swap

Tales of places far, and joys sublime.

Rainy days still make us bloom,

Lightning flash and thunder boom

May try to bring the heat

But there is still a lovely story here to eat.

Tricolor wonders slip away,

Lazy tails a-twining

Many kindred here to stay

May be a silver lining

Hey, ho,

Little fears, let them slip your fingers.

Calm your cares with cherries-o 

And it's the taste that lingers

Old homesteads stand empty, near

Childhood land is selling soon

Memories still to make, no fear,

Beneath cicada suns in June

Hey, ho

Little fears, let them slip your fingers.

Calm your cares with cherries-o

And it's the taste that lingers