it’s funny
how faith
ebbs and flows in me
right now
it is at low tide
God does not exist
nor spirit
nor afterlife
nothing
the only thing
that seems to be
beyond myself
is my love for you,
and your love for me
and that lives
only in you
and in me
We will die
no one will ever know
how irreplaceable it was
it will just be gone.
David Emeron: Sonnets 
But we will leave behind us sonnets and music, my beloved.
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so we will. I wonder sometimes what an alien anthropologist might make of Archiver.
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Hmmm…. I have wondered what might happen were I to reply to one of these pingbacks. Perhaps it will cause a butterfly to flap his wings halfway round the world….
Best to you and your journey in faith.
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I read again with renewed wonder at the beauty of what you have written.
I carry a secret within my soul, Beloved.
Think a minute and you will know it.
Thank you for loving me so.
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My soul is perhaps a bit sadder than when last I visited this verse
my head bows lower
but I carry my secret still
and I love you so.
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