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She collects dolls,

Babies, she calls them,

Little darlings, children – honey

Like a mother, she touches them,

Piecing together clothing for infants, toddlers –

Girls and boys who might

Tell her she is better than she believes

In her heart, where she can see

The darkness, the doubt, the dreadful

Things that make her, despite her best intentions,

Still human – still human after all is said

And done, she is still only human


He collects trinkets, cars,

Toys that once thrilled some child,

Eager little inventions

Bold flames on their sides,

Burgundy and yellow, cobalt blue

Reflecting the joy in his face

When he sees a new car, a new bauble

Some small joy that blazes

With inspirations that amaze him,

Enriching his collection, his assortment

Grows, like the leaves in spring,

Beneath a noonday sun, who sweetens

Even the grief with the belief

That this is fantastic, all this greed

For these jewels he believes

Are far more beautiful than others see


My aunt collects plants,

Everywhere in her house, sitting

On shelves, lining the window

Seals, green – like gentle promises,

Every shape and color of green,

Growing, nurtured by the sun, the

Watering she does every week –

After she plucks the drier leaves and

Tucks them away in the trash,

Where they can’t see

The way she talks to the remnant,

Fading beneath her words

Peaceful and dreaming of a world

Where sun and rain erase

Even the shadows that create

Whispers of grace surrounding

Hands who grow more than weeds,

These floras know the rich,

Vibrant touch of her faithful, cultivating


Darkness collects stars

Shimmering, toasting the universe

With breathless miracles,

Hues of beautiful covering the night

Bringing wishes to the heart,

Inspiring music in the thoughts,

Using the nocturnal – the dusty dusk,

To silence the fears, wash away

Lost tears so that there is

Reverence for the One who created

Such wonder, such joy –

Peace beyond the soul’s expectations

As the darkness continues

To hold the moon at its heart,

Promising the glimmering rumors

From the legends in the sky

To surprise love with a song, like a psalm

Meant for the One who we know

As God, the love who lights

Day and night with His embrace,

The kiss of insight, grace that desires

Only to listen to our prayers, heal

And destroy every fear, every tear

With love that is forever near


Of every collection, every collector

Knows, deep down inside,

The only collection that truly matters,

The only compilation that is designed

To bring life from death…

Is the collection of souls that we know

Come to life because He is alive

And He shows the way to eternal life

With the One who made us all,

The heart and soul, the moon and stars

With love that decides when

To collect us all – together,

so we can live with Him, forever!









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